I’ve been writing a 3 minute 22 second short story about a Man in a Shed, set in Kilmarnock.
Because I needed a writing prompt to get writing again.
Because I embrace the random.
Because this is what happens when you say yes to stuff.
In this case, I said yes a callout from 26 to write a piece based on a Nick Drake song and a Scottish town. Both randomly allocated. And to be performed on a train from Newcastle to Glasgow some time in April by 26 writers involved in the project.
No, I haven’t finished it.
Yes it is really hard.
No I’m not sorry I said I’d do it. Because it’s still a million times easier than coming up with something out of nothing.
(Wish me luck, mind.)