Have you ever had one of those moments where the devil seems to sit on your shoulder and whisper in your ear that to do [insert kindasorta mean thing here] would be THEE MOST FUN EVAH?
Yeah, that happened to me not long ago, and in spite of the fact that I got all glinty-eyed and mischievous, I think it went rather well, particularly as the phrase “cut that shit out” was used on me. Complete with exclamation marks, as I recall*
Picture the scene…
A delightful young English and her Darling American friend are chatting.
The American lets slip that she’s been busy painting the walls – it seems innocuous until the English suddenly hears a wicked voice whispering into her imagination to create a teeny-tiny horror story with her friend as the star…and to tell her friend and freak her the hell out.
Unbeknownst to the English, the Darling American is all alone in the house, and the horror story is pretty effective…so much so that the English decides to elaborate.
The result is over at Pattie’s blog – Bitter Ex-Nuke Wife, because (bless her boots) she ‘bought’ it in return for a donation to the cancer’s-ass-kickin’ charity of her choice.
I’m still Using Writing to Keep Fighting and am SO grateful to all the people who have supported and pledged their support so far. You guys are UH-MAY-ZING 😀
*or embellish, whatever – I’m taking lessons from everyone’s favourite Dilettante (by the way, did you know that she and I are in a BOOK together? A real one that you can buy) and learning how to be an unreliable narrator.