In Other Words

The record of writing sessions upon a computer that has literary mind of its own.

It was a dark and stormy night ...

Alright, you're stalling.  Enough with the start up exercises, let's get writing.

Once there as a bear named Paddytum ...

Already been done, try again.

It was the best of times and the worst of times ...

Likewise ...

Well, do you have any ideas?

Now that you mention it, how about that lost train story?

Oh, the one where the passenger train somehow gets lost in yesteryear.

That's the one.

I was never sure where to go with it after the initial premise had been established ...

Plot problems, eh?

I suppose.

I would recommend that you simply jump in and let the words lead you to someplace you're not expecting ...

Okay.  I'm game if you are.  By the way why does my letter "A" keep sticking?

It's been sitting too long.

The McMaster Train Station was one like a thousand other train stations scattered throughout this part of the country, a white clapboard charmer out of the past, once the hub of the comings and goings of the town, now but an occasional stop for an occasional passenger train for those more comfortable with the way things were than the way things have become.

Bit of a run-on, don't you think?  But it's a start.  We'll clean it up in rewrites.   I do like the town name McMaster, though.



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