The Writing Area

This is where the serious, do not disturb, please dear god let me get to the end of this chapter before 2am because I need to sleep before I go to work writing happens.

From this angle (which involved standing on the bed) there are five Nightcrawler action figures, three Batmans, two Spidermans, a pink glass of water, a magnificent split keyboard and my ode to Canada that conceals an ugly door.

I have a wonderful live-in editor too. Gloomy Bear thinks the word 'wetted' is pretentious and advises me to change it to 'soaked'.

This thoroughly fingerprint-smeared device is my pride, my joy, my usually much cleaner writing area. We enjoy riding trains, eating in restaurants, sneaking a few paragraphs when it's slow at work and long walks on the beach.

Invitation

upturned eyes, originally uploaded by Jenn Platt.

I dare anyone to find a connection between this week's picture and this week's story.

The picture came from a nice walk around St. Patrick's.

The story was inspired by a secret bar someone told me about at a company Christmas party. You had to know a member to get in and supposedly it had the best $14 drinks in the city. I picture it like the club in the story, but with fewer aliens.

Mobsters, wine, aliens and a liberal splash of blood ahead.

Professional Embarassment

sorting bricks, originally uploaded by Jenn Platt.

And here we have two things that are completely related. A photo of an imploded building, and a story about blowing up a building.

The photo was taken out of my kitchen window. Previous to Thursday there had been two buildings fenced off because of asbestos in that lot. Now there is a pile of debris and a lone guy in a hardhat who seems to be sorting bricks and inexplicably hitting them with a hammer first. Maybe he has brick issues?

The story has no bricks, but I've made up for this by including a french maid's costume and lots of explosives.

A Gift

summer sunset, originally uploaded by Jenn Platt.

Sunset, the time when all the night creatures come out and play.

This week we have sharp teeth, willing blood donors and a gift that works a little too well.