I’m 286 words into a new project. Completely, utterly new, born of an idea I had last night while I lay awake because my arm was throbbing like all hell. So far a guy named Miles has stapled his sweater to a shelf and is dealing with a customer who came into the pawn shop where he’s been working since he got laid off. He will shortly find a magical flute which, when he plays it, will open up a portal into another dimension where a handsome prince will appear to him on either a sleigh or a carriage. Can’t tell which yet, but I know the horse is white and is wearing bells. I’m thinking a sleigh. Anyway, the prince will take him to a castle, where he will try to woo Miles, but Miles is going to play the flute again, and the rats will take him to the goat man who lives in the walls.
Could be a new story. Could be a drug trip. (I did take Vicodin AND Skelaxin last night.) Only one way to find out . . . .