Dear brain,
Some days, I hate you.
I missed my train stop today because I was tweaking the WiP about Lars and Brian. The next stop isn't much farther down the line, so I walked on the tracks back to where my car was parked. Train tracks and me go a long way back, but I haven't been on them, other than riding a train, for a long time.
It dragged up a lot of things, but the end result was an entire fucking novel that starts with the line:"I'm wearing the wrong shoes to do magic."
For the record, the character speaking is male. His name is Robert Benjamin, and he's a professional wizard. The shoes in question are these, but with a slightly higher than normal heel.
I've started writing it, but I have to finish Lars and Brian's story.
I missed my train stop today because I was tweaking the WiP about Lars and Brian. The next stop isn't much farther down the line, so I walked on the tracks back to where my car was parked. Train tracks and me go a long way back, but I haven't been on them, other than riding a train, for a long time.
It dragged up a lot of things, but the end result was an entire fucking novel that starts with the line:"I'm wearing the wrong shoes to do magic."
For the record, the character speaking is male. His name is Robert Benjamin, and he's a professional wizard. The shoes in question are these, but with a slightly higher than normal heel.
I've started writing it, but I have to finish Lars and Brian's story.