Snippet and Idea

Yesterday about 5:45pm, I got a snippet image in my brain. I hurried to write it down so I wouldn't forget it and it turned out to be this:

Clint opened the door after the second set of soft knocks, perfectly timed in the familiar code they had to let the other know who was standing on the other side of the door. Of course he knew it was Natasha. Who else would it be?

She stood there, staring at him, her hands in the back pocket of her jeans. A nice pair, topped with a nice shirt and her leather jacket. This wasn't a can I come in and relax visit.

"You checking up on me, Nat?"

"Do you need checking up on?"

( (and then it just kept rolling on when I got in the car for my afternoon commute) )

***end***for***now***

Today at lunch, I got out my Index Cards and I began sketching out this story. When I got that first snippet in my brain, I thought it was a simple story about dinner. No, my friends. This is not about dinner. This is about hurting and suffering for someone else. This is about trying to clear out that damn ledger. This is pre-movies and pre-relationship.

I have the story all the way to the second hook. I have an idea for the ending. My shower tonight was surprisingly productive.

THIS IS NOT THE STORY I'M SUPPOSED TO BE WRITING. I haven't written what I was supposed to write for the last three weeks. Not that I'm pouting. Who am I to look a guest muse in the mouth? If the rest of the story writes itself as fast as this first part did when I finally set down to write it, I could have the whole thing done this weekend!

I've pretty much been streamlining 9 Crimes (Damien Rice) while coming up with this idea.

Also River Flows in You (Yiruma):

They both work very good for keeping my mind set in the right place. I don't even have a title for this yet. I always have titles. Hmm...

Snippet and Idea

Yesterday about 5:45pm, I got a snippet image in my brain. I hurried to write it down so I wouldn't forget it and it turned out to be this:

Clint opened the door after the second set of soft knocks, perfectly timed in the familiar code they had to let the other know who was standing on the other side of the door. Of course he knew it was Natasha. Who else would it be?

She stood there, staring at him, her hands in the back pocket of her jeans. A nice pair, topped with a nice shirt and her leather jacket. This wasn't a can I come in and relax visit.

"You checking up on me, Nat?"

"Do you need checking up on?"

( (and then it just kept rolling on when I got in the car for my afternoon commute) )

***end***for***now***

Today at lunch, I got out my Index Cards and I began sketching out this story. When I got that first snippet in my brain, I thought it was a simple story about dinner. No, my friends. This is not about dinner. This is about hurting and suffering for someone else. This is about trying to clear out that damn ledger. This is pre-movies and pre-relationship.

I have the story all the way to the second hook. I have an idea for the ending. My shower tonight was surprisingly productive.

THIS IS NOT THE STORY I'M SUPPOSED TO BE WRITING. I haven't written what I was supposed to write for the last three weeks. Not that I'm pouting. Who am I to look a guest muse in the mouth? If the rest of the story writes itself as fast as this first part did when I finally set down to write it, I could have the whole thing done this weekend!

I've pretty much been streamlining 9 Crimes (Damien Rice) while coming up with this idea.

Also River Flows in You (Yiruma):

They both work very good for keeping my mind set in the right place. I don't even have a title for this yet. I always have titles. Hmm...