I was watching this show called Lisa Williams: Life Among the Dead today. It's a really interesting show about a lady who's supposed to be a medium--someone who can communicate with the dead--from Britain. The show is great, and it makes you wonder whether she really does have this power or not.
I knew someone who could communicate with the dead. He had a room full of stuffed animals that he'd made. He'd walk around petting them and whispering in their ears. One day these guys with white coats showed up...I wonder where he went.
But watching that show, I observed what she commented on and stuff, I began to wonder if mediums could have different degrees of...well, for lack of a better word: power. Maybe some could fully see the dead and some could just sense colors or emotions. And with that, came an idea for a really good story. It's different from all the other projects I've got going, and that's why I like it. It's going to be a funny story.
Here's the first sentence, which came to me soon after I had the idea for the story:
"On Wednesday morning, at 6:30 AM, I rolled over to turn off my alarm and saw the naked man."
I'll try to post more when I know more, but for now, that's all I know.
Meanwhile, I'm still hand copying notes. It's not that there's a whole lot, but the work is a little tedious. A little tedious. That's like saying Mother Teresa is a pretty nice lady. Also, I have school and work...neither of which I like, and both of which seem to want to rule my life.
Well, that's all for now. Now, I'm off to kick the fires and light the tires.