Speaking of Sam, he's done a lot of writing this week. I worked at my desk while he sat in a chair in the corner of my office. We listened to Guns N' Roses for a while, until he told me it wasn't very good music for writing. Then I changed it to Crosby, Stills, Nash and Young, and he loved it. He said, "You ever listen to music that's so good you almost have to stop listening because it makes you feel like you're going to explode?"
So while we listened to that, he wrote a 600-word story. The next day, he wrote a 1,200-word story. It's been a long time since I've done 1,800 words of fiction in two days. Not bad for a kid of 9.
I am still working on my novel, and I have ideas for several short stories. It's just finding time to get them down on paper. And I've been having problems with my neck and shoulders which limits the time I can write. But once I get my work station ergonomically correct, I'll be right back at it!
Speaking of Crosby, Stills, Nash and Young, I mentioned them (well, without Young) in my Sanford News column this week. It's about how high the cost of concert tickets are nowadays. Seriously, I like Cheap Trick, but in what universe are they worth $60 to see in concert?
