So late Saturday night I wrote a short story, or more accurately the start of a short story (just 2 pages), and to my own judgment, plus that of two folks at the writer's group yesterday, it was pretty good.
Further, it's different from my usual output -- not depressing, not existential, and there are no babies or pregnancies in it. The part my two readers seemed to like most was actually the autobiographical content I've put in the mouth of the narrator. (Anybody who knows me really well will be able to tell it's me, anyone else, even casual friends, not.) But the set-up is something I made up.
I think I will continue on with the story and see where it goes. It may even wind up with a plot, although I won't swear to it, as a lot of my stories, out outside of fan fiction, are more exercises in mood and style and thought than plot-driven pieces. This one might even have a market. (My fantasy is something for The Sun magazine, for which I think this would work great.)
Four jobs I have had in my life
library page, janitor, newspaper stringer, webmaster
Four movies I would [and do] watch over and over
Lawrence of Arabia, The Wizard of Oz, The Third Man, Sunset Boulevard
Four places I have lived
Andover, MA; Amherst, MA; Athens, GA; Atlanta, GA
[suggestions for the next A place?]
Four TV shows that I watch
Project Runway; Most Haunted; How Clean Is Your House?; Life and Death
Four places I have been
top of the Sears tower; in the North Sea, Oostende, Belgium; Alps, German-Austrian border; Canadian Rockies, Alberta/British Columbia, Canada
Four people who e-mail me regularly
Caleb, Mom, Storm, Whitney
Four of my favorite foods
milk, licorice, gelato, buffala mozzarella cheese
Four places I would rather be right now
England, Massachusetts, Chicago, in bed
Four things I am looking forward to this year
Losing more weight, going to Berlin, getting a raise (hopefully?), getting some writing done
Four favorite authors
Storm Constantine, Tanith Lee, Chaim Potok, E.M. Forster
Action: I get up from my desk to grab my robe out of the bathroom. I flip on the lightswitch. And see Luckie curled in a ball in the tub.
Me: Ah hem... Carry on.
Action: I grab robe, flip light off.
Yeah, I don't watch a lot of Project Runway. Not. At. All.
Yeah, and Luckie isn't WEIRD.
She's still in the tub. Curled on a black nightgown of mine. In the dark.