The birthday week is behind me. The word count is 2400 and the stories characters are slowly taking form. I mean slowly, like as in glacier melting slowy. That kind of slowly.
But our hero has been named. I will introduce him later, with an excerpt. My plan is to write for a couple of hours this morning, while I have the chance. Try to get this glacier moving. Drink more coffee. Some writer’s version of global warming.
And look for the arrival of a new character in our story. I ran into someone this morning at the coffee shop, a regular Word Shadows reader, who thinks she may want a part in our little tale.
I was having a hard time getting going this morning, as a couple of guys the next table over kept talking about the people they needed to pray for. Everyone needs some help, this one had this problem, and that one had that problem. Yea, we need to pray for them, they repeated over and over.
I have a hard time understanding prayer. It so much reminds me of the Monty Python skit where the philosophers are playing soccer, wandering around with their hands on their chins, pondering the problems and complexity of soccer, while all around them the action is in full swing.
Or maybe it wasn’t the prayer talk that was bothering me, but just the talk. Shut up and drink some coffee for a second. Give a guy a chance to rub two thoughts together. Or at least talk about something that I wouldn’t mind eavesdropping and writing about.
Or maybe it’s the god moves in mysterious ways thing. Maybe they’re just outside the coffee shop, peeking through the window, praying for my fingers to get busy. I think they’re the kind of guys who’d do something like that, just to get warmed up for the serious stuff.