Sunday, June 24, 2012

Slowly Getting There

There's an upcoming themed anthology that I would very much love to be a part of.  The reading period closes next week, and so far I've only had the merest glimmer of an idea for a story that would suit.

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.


Anonymous said...

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 ;))

Steve Cameron said...

I'd send you an email, cranky or not, if I knew who you were...

Gitte Christensen said...

I'll bet you 10 cents - heck, let's make it 20 cents - it's Thoraiya. :)

I hope your story composing went well.

Anonymous said...

Hahaha! Gitte wins!

I plead delirium from this stupid flu.


Gitte Christensen said...

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.

Steve Cameron said...

Hang on!

You said you bet me - I never accepted the bet, and now you two are conspiring to make me pay up?


Gitte Christensen said...

Damn technicalities!

Sorry, Thoraiya, no 10 cents for you. And it was such a good plan too.