I'm somewhat concerned about 100 Words Or Les Nessman being on the skids recently, sputtering and losing the interest of the Iron Writers. I really enjoy that project, but when a convergence of malaise hits the core writers it's not a pretty sight.
I came up with the topic of bowl yesterday, and the malaise was so infectious that I didn't even come up with a story until today, and it's like this:
"Where's your story?" asked Guido, adjusting his glasses and reloading the page. "One story a day, come hell or high water, right?" "Didn't feel like writing one," said Laurence, shrugging. "Didn't you pick the theme?" asked Guido. "Yeah," said Laurence. "I just... you know... something's missing." Guido looked at his nephew's bloodshot eyes. "You don't look so good," he said. "Getting enough sleep?" "It's not that," said Laurence. "It's the inspiration. It's missing." "Well, if the site hasn't completely flushed away, it's certainly circling the bowl," said Guido. Laurence nodded. "Maybe tomorrow will be different?" Guido shrugged. "Maybe it will."
Hopefully it will be different tomorrow.
