Oct. 17th, 2012

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Chained to my desk this afternoon trying to get stuff finished before a week in York.  Wondering why crises never make appointments. Like disasters, apocalypses and.. other reasonable things.

Having dinner beside the keyboard (and a glass of wine) reading email.  My eye is caught by one of the daily Groupon ads:
Appple MacBook Pro, Lash Serum, Hells Kitchen Baking Set, Japanese Maple Plants

And because I've not got enough to do yet (and absolutely nothing to write) my Pinot Noir soaked fiction brain now clamours to connect these random items with an orderly plot spiced with some drama.  When did my head get changed to one of those plot generator programs?

Just wondering...

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