patricky

There's something to be said for sleeping in: that something is "I never get to do it."

I wake up earlier and earlier, as the days go by. 6 am this morning. My kids are like fleshy little alarm clocks.

Anyway, today is going to be one of those fruitful days, I can already feel it. I live for days like these, as I guess most of us do. I feel like I could write 20 pages today - which I've done before, actually. Had to. The last full time writing gig I had required 128 pages of production a month. That's like a short novel every 30 days. Yeah, that was the job from Hell.

Here's a 50 word story:

I dont believe in giants, she sniffed.

The giant smiled. And I do not believe in little girls. And yet, here we are. We must both have very strong imaginations.

Mine's ever so much grander than yours.

Why is that?

Because Im so very small, and youre so very large.