They Keep Yanking Me Back In...

I promised myself one failed attempt at The Book of Tentacles would be it. One story with tentacles, and I'd walk away. If I made it, great, if not, the world would still turn. I made my failed attempt, time to walk...

So I'm walking down the hallway yesterday and I spot this fantastic t-shirt--something straight out of Lovecraft, tentacles whipping everywhere. That's it, I think, the tentacles are on a t-shirt. Boom. Story idea. I cracked out half of my first draft last night while listening to Sticky Fingers from the Rolling Stones. I love that album, and it fits the story perfectly...smoky bars, Harley Davidson motorcycles, Dem--er--you have the idea. I hope to finish the first draft tonight.

I tried to walk away...but the damn things wrapped around my neck and...

At least I'm having fun writing this story.