The Funk Stops Here

I've been in a terrible funk since Saturday. My family is still on vacation and I've been home alone since Sunday, June 1. The work on my novel went fine up until this Saturday, but I couldn't turn my 6 hour weekend writing goal into any new pages. I didn't write a word!

I get so much done with such little time (a wife and family of five little ones, plus a full-time job an hour away from home), then I'm alone and I get blocked and lazy! Today it stops. I'm on my way to Starbucks for a 2 hour work-out. As a warm-up I submitted to a literary agent's blog--she's having a 100-word writing contest. Here's my entry (based on her photo tickler):

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    “She does this every week,” Benjamin says, stopping and cocking his head.
    “The girl on the suitcase?” I ask.
    “I wonder who she’s waiting for.” Slinking behind a lamppost, Benjamin stares ahead at a brunette with fishnet stockings and Converse sneakers who’s planted squarely on a piece of old luggage.
    “Anybody ever run her over? Why sit in the middle of a parking lot?”
    Benjamin isn’t listening to me. He slips his sunglasses down from his forehead and walks toward the lonesome figure. As he approaches, she mumbles at the asphalt and Benjamin, never breaking stride, saunters away.

Comments

[Wendy Melchior]

I like your entry. I am one of the ANONYMOUS ones (I didn't want her to know I was goofing with her contest instead of writing). Can you guess which one? Honestly, now - isn't there a lot of bad writing out there?? Forgive me.