She Who Must has started reading Dying Light, so I can expect a smack on the back of the head any day now, accompanied by a "What the hell did you think you were doing!". Or maybe a nice cup of tea and a biscuit. But probably a smack on the back of the head.
Whilst waiting for this concussive literary criticism, I thought I'd delve not into TSA, but concoct a short story instead. I've had an idea bubbling in the back of my head for a couple of weeks now, a sort of Cosy-Noir thing. Or Tartan-Shopping-Trolley-Noir. I wrote the title up on the whiteboard, when I thought of it and it's been sitting there ever since: 'Daphne McAndrews and the Smack-Head Junky Bastards'
Yesterday morning I decided to make a little mind-map plan for the thing and today I shall make a start. Normally I like to produce a short in one go -- I don't know why, but it seems to be a lot easier that way -- but there's no way I'm going to get it done today. But it'll be nice to write something new for a change, rather than editing stuff I produced over seven months ago.
And who knows, maybe I'll actually get round to doing something with this one when it's finished? First time for everything, and all that.