Because the pipe under my kitchen sink – of which the u-joint was replaced a few weeks ago with a new plastic part rather than the metal joint it did have – just separated where the metal and plastic meet. As I was Drainoing the sink, I got sprayed with hot Draino-water. And no, this is not something to inspire a short story. Gurrr
100 Words is going well. It is a very different writing set of muscles to use than for NaNo, but I am enjoying it. I’m looking at each one as being a short story or clip of 100 words, and I’m actually coming up with some decent stuff.
I’m posting the entry for 12/6/08, below, but I’m testing making it so the fiction won’t show on the RSS feed. So, you’ll have to click on the post title to come here and read it on the site. This may change , I’m experimenting with it right now. Let me know if you hate it.
100 Words
Supposedly he wrote the book, but in reality it was his computer. The writer would sit for hours at his desk, and pound out a few sentences that may or may not have made sense. Meanwhile he’d be getting drunk, beer by beer, until finally he’d stagger to bed.
The computer had fallen in love with the heroine of the novel, created back when the writer had been mostly sober. Night by night the computer wrote the story, and in the mornings, hung over and forgetful, the writer would read, and be pleased with, what he’d written the night before.
