This morning, while walking my dogs, my thoughts turned to a conversation I had with a couple of friends recently. We'd had a fabulous dinner, a few glasses of wine, and we were all very relaxed. The discussion turned to quantum mechanics and all things metaphysical. And then I recalled a conversation with an old girlfriend many, many years ago in which she told me of an experience she'd once had. A more complete story started to gel in my mind.
I returned home, threw some Bob Dylan on the CD player (Slow Train Coming seemed appropriate for a Sunday morning), and sat outside with a cup of coffee. And my mind went to work.
A good dose of The Beatles found its way into the story mix, a few more weird ideas, and suddenly I find myself with a plot.
I know what I'm doing today.
7 comments:
Yay for you!
I couldn't think of any, ahem, extreme ideas, either. At least, none that seemed sufficiently EXTREME! And I don't have an ex-girlfriend to draw on.
But I do like the Beatles ;)
(If you're talking about the "After Death" one and not the "Extreme" one, send me a cranky email. But not until after you've polished that story. And then polished it again ;))
I'd send you an email, cranky or not, if I knew who you were...
I'll bet you 10 cents - heck, let's make it 20 cents - it's Thoraiya. :)
I hope your story composing went well.
Hahaha! Gitte wins!
I plead delirium from this stupid flu.
Thoraiya
I love winning, especially money!
You can mail me a cheque, Steve, or send me my 20 cents via Paypal. I look forward to spending it on something useless and extravagent.
I hope you get better soon, Thoraiya.
Hang on!
You said you bet me - I never accepted the bet, and now you two are conspiring to make me pay up?
Bleah!
Damn technicalities!
Sorry, Thoraiya, no 10 cents for you. And it was such a good plan too.
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