Tuesday, June 23, 2009
Do you know what the title of this blog means? Neither do I. I found it written on the note pad next to my bed on Sunday morning. No, it's not a note from aliens, but something I wrote myself in the wee hours, the fruit of a disorganized brain. It's a brainstorm I had, about a story I'm developing.
Fortunately, this doesn't happen too often, but when it does, it's frustrating! Most of the time, I can figure out what these cryptic notes mean, even if it says only "The Man," or, as last week, "End with fire."
I've given it two whole days and still nothing comes to me. Could I have been reminding myself to contact Twist Phelan, my wonderful fellow author? Did I think of putting a twisted family in this new story? Was I going for a Dickens thread? I don't think so.
So, here's my offer: a prize for the most creative suggestion about what my note might mean. Who knows? Maybe someone will randomly come up with what I actually had in mind!