You’re a writer – you know how it goes. You work and work and work on your opus, and then, well, it’s done, and now you have time on your hands. Time…
Time to goof around and travel down avenues that you’ve been thinking about and maybe wondering if you could somehow create something you haven’t had time for before.
It was Saturday afternoon, just me and the dogs. My beloved was away visiting our daughter at college. Just me and the dogs.
The oldest wouldn’t stop barking – he’s waaay up there in dog years and mostly deaf, so I figure it’s his way of keeping in the game. But it drives me crazy.
“SHHHHHUUUUUUTTTT UUUUUPPPPP!” I bellow, and then catch sight of myself in a mirror. Who is that nasty looking guy?
So, that spawned this little gem: Here They Come.
Say what you will (you should make another one/you’re a genius/you should NEVER make another one), it was great fun to make, and still cracks me up.
My real hope is that it encourages my last and most important reader to actually get going and read the danged book. Get reading, or I’ll make another one!
Time. Too much time…
John D Reinhart 