So I’m sitting here at my computer, minding my own business, hacking and slashing chunks of dead tissue out of my next selected release when, from out of the sky, drops this new story.  Like ripe fruit, it’s plump, juicy, smells delicious, and makes my mouth water.  Such temptation. 

Dutifully, I take the gift, careful not to bruise it, and jot down all the pertinents that have come with it as attachments:

• the main protag,
• the major tribulations,
• the major conflict,
• the crisis,
• the end,
• the kicker,
• the potential love liaison,
• two children,
• several furry or hairy creatures

…along with some unmentionables because I’m not telling anyone what the story’s about until after it’s written. 

Then I jot down the scenes, short video clips that also came along with the ripe fruit –teasers.  There’s the audio that came, too – bits of dialogue. 

Okay.  Now I put that nice piece of fruit inside the time preserver so it neither rots nor ripens further. …And, it’s back to the discipline of doing what I next need to do, that is, final this book first.

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