Tuesday, September 12, 2006
Bomb Bag (Bum Bag - geddit?)
I brought my lunch with me, and worked through the lot trying to sort this crap out. I was pulling my hair out by the end of it (pun intended) and was about 3 seconds away from ramming my PC out the window and letting it fall onto the street below, when I realised it wasn't worth getting as wound up as I was.
I arrived home tense and with a pounding headache. There was only one thing for it - chilli con carne. I made a large pot of it with basmati rice on the side and although it was from a sauce packet, it really hit the spot. Not too hot, but just enough to make me happy, enliven me, and relax me for the evening.
Which turned out to be a flop. Well, a flop in the sense that I never worked on what I originally intended, but I still got through some work. I prepared and submitted a few poems, some of which I still have to send out this week, and a piece of flash fiction has also gone out into the big bad world to try and find a home.
I also began writing the next exercise from Devon's column from The Scruffy Dog Review Blog. This is a piece of fiction (circa 1200 words) on the second newspaper cut-out. In my case, the story of the 15-year old boy found with a bomb in his school bag!
Oh, the possibilities!