I’m not really a fan of writing on public transit. I don’t like people reading what I’m writing before I’m ready to share it. And I always seem to end up with some stranger staring over my shoulder at what I’m writing. But a phrase popped into my head today as a man loomed over me despite the fact there was hardly anyone else around so there was no need for him to play the Angel, Devil, Or Parrot: What Shoulder Creature Am I? game as he blatantly stared at my phone. So I wrote the repeating phrase from my head and made sure to leave it up for him to read: “Some cats carry the souls of humans around with them.” I didn’t add anything to it. Just left it there until he scurried about five steps away. I know how to outcreep you, so back off, buddy.
Fast forward to tonight when I was at home trying to figure out which project to work on first, and I came across that odd phrase in my phone. It looked like the beginning of a story, so I decided it was a good place to start because why not? The piece turned into a short story/creative nonfiction bastard hybrid that probably doesn’t make a lot of sense, but it needed to be written. Sometimes I need to write stuff just to get it out of my system, otherwise it just rattles around in my brain until it becomes, I don’t know, uniporn. So yeah, the story about the cat with the human face became a thing tonight thanks to some snoop on transit. Thanks, bud. I’ll dedicate that story to you!
Short Stories: 448 (counting it as fiction because it’s just plain weird)
Grand Total: 2,000