(better known as I have shit to do and my brain squirrels are assholes)
After an awesome breakfast at Greg’s, in Chickamauga, we were off on an adventure to explore the caverns of Raccoon Mountain. The evil squirrels started to scream at me on the way home about this great new idea I had about this guy that just got the divorce papers and he’s just having a beer with his best friend, a bull mastiff,… Well, it went down this whole new aluminum foil hat kind of a tangent.
So I disappeared for a few hours to Pie slingers just south of us, had a beer, and commenced to scribbling out the outline and some of the draft for another potential story.
Woot! Feeling some accomplishment here. And now I’m off to do the dishes. Wish me luck, y’all.