My novel has been
Forced off the tracks.
By what? A short
story idea that has grabbed me and won’t leave me alone. It keeps saying, “Write me! Write ME!
WRITE ME NOW!”
“But,” I tell it, “I’m a third the way
through writing a novel. I need to concentrate
“Your freaking novel will still be there when you’re
done with me,” it argues back.
“Strike while the iron is hot!
I’m short! I’m
uncomplicated. And … I’m very, very fun.”
My resolve is eroding.
Fun is good. Fun sounds like fun.
So, my novel has been derailed by a fun little short
story. Let’s hope it really is short.