As I was driving along today, I was thinking about my youth, when I played a lot of pool at a friend's, and a short story idea popped into my head.
I'm clueless to why this happens. It never did in the past, but now it does and the story occupies my thoughts until I do something.
In a way, it's a wonderful thing. In another, it's a cruel master that never lets up.
If I have time, I'll try to write it this weekend. If not, it will appear eventually. It's uncontrollable and I have no choice.
In Case You've Wondered
My blog is where my wandering thoughts are interspersed with stuff I made up. So, if while reading you find yourself confused about the context, don't feel alone. I get confused, too.
If you're here for the stories, I started another blog: scratchingforchange.blogspot.com
One other thing: sometimes I write words you refuse to use in front of children, or polite company, unless you have a flat tire, or hit your thumb with a hammer.
I don't use them to offend; I use them to embellish.