I’ve been wrestling with two different stories for the past week. They both could be good, except that I’ve been too damn lazy to get up and write. This is why I only have two things sent out to the world instead of the five zillion that Jason, Andrew and the rest have circulating around the world. It makes me weep (Gawd, I’m such a hack), until I wander into work and get slapped in the face with some corporate tomfoolery that reminds me that I am not doing my real job, which is to sit at the damn dining room table, plug my ears into twenty gigs of Afrobeat and write stuff that’ll amuse you and make my high school alumni association shed bitter tears as they try to scrape me off their mailing list before it’s too late

Anyway. The best thing to do when I’m stuck is, I’ve found, to distract myself until the ol’ head machinery unsticks itself. It’s turned out pretty well, and, yesterday, it hit me again. Just under 1900 words, the shortest thing I’ve written that works as a story, though I’m afraid I’ve probably gone and stuck my foot into yet another beartrap. It may not let me go, and then I’ll have no choice but to keep writing until I’m out of words.

It’s an idea I cribbed from someone at Metafilter, and as soon as the idea’s originator gives me his blessing, I’ll send it scurrying on its way to some reader’s inbox. I just need to figure out the right one…