f4f3 | Itchy Fingers

Last night I was at a Bruce Springsteen concert, this morning my fingers were desperate for a keyboard. Words tumbling to get out. So I started a new short story, which I’m using to get a feel for the lead character of a novel I’m 30k words into (yes, maybe I should have started that earlier) and now I want to type some stuff about Bruce. Easier said than done, maybe, when the sun is beating down on the Botanics, but I’ll give it a go, and then I’ll try to do a “State of the Me” post.

Oh, the short story is called “About A Dug”.