CarrollBlog 5.7

While walking to a cafe this morning, I had an idea for a new short story I'm working on that made me very excited. I think that is what I like most about writing-- coming up with an idea and knowing soon you'll sit down and try to translate your excitement for it into hopefully as-exciting words or scenes on a page. The beginning of THE WOODEN SEA happened like that: I was standing at a cafe one day drinking coffee when a bum lurched by outside wearing a hideous leather jacket and a canary yell