Little frustrated today. My novel has now turned into a short story, and if characters keep dying off at this pace, it is going to end up as flash fiction. The story is about a family of flying, fire-breathing king cobras who are at war with a family of rabbits.
He built the rock garden because he needed a hobby. It started out small but over the years it grew and grew and he became more and more obsessed with expanding the garden. It overflowed on to his neighbor’s property and that’s when the law stepped in. The policemen saw how beautiful the rock garden was, but rules are rules and they had to move the rocks out of his neighbor’s yard. They stacked them neatly in a pile and left a nice note. But something changed after that and his love for rock gardening faded. It faded like a stale flower placed in a bag and put in the freezer. He never again picked up another rock, except to throw at his neighbor.
I’m just now getting over a cold and I’m almost giddy. There’s nothing like feeling bad for a few days to make you appreciate feeling good. If I could just get this bear trap off my leg, then life would be a bowl of peaches. Hey, but no more sniffles!
I always find it funny when I’m stranded in my house after a big snow storm. It is even funnier when they cut the heat off because I haven’t paid the bill. What is even funnier is when all I have to eat is cat food. Okay, I see this not making sense. My mistake. In the preceding sentences change the word “I” to “you” and then it is funny. (Except for the first “I”, leave that one alone). Okay, now I’m confused, I guess what I’m trying to say is that I get a kick out of the thought of you being cold and eating pet food.
I don’t think it is appropriate to use his real name, so for the sake of this article I will call him Carl. Carl is a thief. He constantly breaks into houses and barns and takes whatever he wants. Everyone seems to give him a pass. I have complained to the Sheriff on numerous occasions, but he just ignores me while he goes through the stuff in my barn.
I’m playing around with my blog format. I’m working on some fresh new post that will be sure to tickle your funny bone and then gently talk you back down to reality and then crash on the couch for a few days.