Dang. I haven’t written at all for the past two days. That’s lame.
Fortunately, I have a really good idea for a short story / abstract little piece / whatever. I don’t usually write short fiction, but when I do get an idea for something, wow. It’s like Ray Bradbury: one of the characters does some random thing and “two hours later the story is finished.”
This one is based off of an interesting thought I had about dating and relationships that goes like this: dating is like trying to bring the space shuttle in for a landing. If you don’t come in hard enough, you’ll ricochet off of the atmosphere and be flung out into empty space. If you come in too fast, though, the friction with the air will be so hot that your ship will burn up like a meteor. If you want to land that shuttle, you have to hit just the right angle…good luck.
I went on a really fun date today with a really awesome girl I know, and I think I got the angle right. Two or three more and that’ll be a semester record for me. After two years of taking things too slow, burning up in the atmosphere is looking a lot more attractive to me than floating endlessly in empty space. This is going to be one roller coaster of a semester.
It’s 2:50 am and I’m getting up at six to be the first one at the BYU Bookstore’s progressive book sale. Tomorrow I’m going to be a walking zombie and it’s going to be awesome.
