This one bit when I glanced at the prompts for last Wednesday
Pearls!bunny hopped up and begged me to write this, but I locked it away, covered my ears, and went "La la la la!" until I was done fighting with the spook_me entry. (Didn't win the fight, but ... I'd call it a draw.)
Sat down with pen and pad yesterday to finally write it. Got about 10 minutes in when my father called. "Hey, find me that bottle of 'mycin I had and bring it down the barn." Oh goody. "Oh, hey, while you're down here, help me dose this pig."
Get back up to the house, find my pen, "Hey, I'm almost done down the barn. Go hook the truck up to the trailer for me." Dammit, you're borrowing George's truck. I hate driving George's truck. Makes your 3500 look small and I can't see the trailer hitch to line up right. Half an hour later, it's "Hey, before you go back in the house, help me unload these chickens and swap pigs around. Oh, and come down the barn with me to work gates for me."
I love my father, my whole family, and the farm. Really, I do. But damn if it seems like every time I sit down to write, something
comes up to demand my attention!
ANYWAY! Better late than never. I figure, I probably spent about an hour and a half actually writing
/plotting, even if it took over 24 hours to actually get
it written. I, apparently, am not allowed to write short even when I have the pen in my hand and the bunny hopping up and down madly with a complete scene
===( This is my brain on me. Also, chickens. Because everything's better with chickens. )