Tuesday, August 16, 2011

Thrilled to death

I’ve decided to quit talking about writing and just do it.  Maybe I can get these crazy stories out of my head by putting them on paper.  Well, not paper, but you get my point.    
For instance, a few months ago I was out for a walk on a lonely dirt road when the same car drove back and forth past me four times.  It was an old Ford LTD.  It was creepy.  My wicked imagination proceeded to concoct a story about a woman finding a severed body part in a ditch while walking alongside a deserted road.  Then, the killer finds the finder and tries to stop the finder from reporting the find.    
45,000 words later, I am thrilled to still be writing this thriller.  This killer thriller. 
To what end, I do not know.      

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