My room is clusterfuck of various piles of clean and dirty clothes, magazines, CD’s and dirty dishes that have accumulated over the summer months. It’s not so much that I’m a slob because, generally speaking, I consider myself to be a fairly organized person.
The problem is that I can’t stand packing. I vehemently loathe the activity and typically wait until there is little time left to do it in any manner that makes sense. As if there is a manner of packing that does make sense.
Now I’m rambling.
I’m writing on here right now for a few reasons:
1. I’m procrastinating
2. I just stumbled upon something I should post
Here’s how it goes…I’ve been shuffling stuff in my room rather than packing it. You know, moving a stack of magazines from point A to point B and then throwing some other stuff onto my bed. Lots of stuff. Anyways, amongst my pile of magazines I came across an American Airlines napkin, from my previous flight, with the beginning of a short story on it. I like this beginning and I kind of wish I would’ve found this napkin sooner as to continue writing this story.
Nonetheless, here’s what little I have:
He stopped flying, eating hamburger and using public restrooms. It was all too risky. He never used a sponge, went inside a hospital or came within 20 feet of a child if he couldn’t help it. Everything in Flynn’s life was disinfected or disinfectant.
I also noted that I really want this character to have had a pet turtle growing up.