A story hit me today. The whole time I was out riding I was wishing I could have brought my netbook so I could get it down. You have to understand that my stories write themselves. They present themselves to me as a running narrative and I don’t have much control over where it goes. It’s as if the whole thing is real and exists already, and I have to wait for it to play out. The only difference is that this time, it’s not a complete story, just a thin line, so I have to flesh it out with my meager talents. I’ll give you only the hint that it was partly inspired by recent events set against my teachings, and includes a little science fiction.
You’ll see the first installment tomorrow.