Well, last night I wrote the greatest story of all time. This was the big one. My ticket to fame and fortune. My name of the spine of a book in the bookstore.
I didn’t quite write the greatest story of all time. Yeah I wrote a story, and yeah it was very good. The problem was I got the idea while I was mowing the lawn and I wrote the entire thing in my head. I’m having a bit of trouble getting it out of my head and onto paper.
Yeah, so I finished mowing the lawn, repeating my story over and over again in my mind, trying desperately to remember it. When I finished it was into the house for a quick shower, still trying to remember. Then I had to get the baby to sleep while my wife read to the daughter. The baby wouldn’t sleep, so I took him for a stroll. I think here is where the story started to leak out of my ears. It was such a gorgeous night, not to hot, not too cold. One of those breathe a deep breath and let the air circulate in your lungs nights.
Finally, I returned home, put the little guy in the crib, and started to transcribe my masterpiece. Only it just wasn’t the same. How heartbreaking. I guess I’ll have to become rich and famous another day.
Still, I got some of the story written. Maybe, just maybe I’ll be able to get it back. Maybe if I retrace my steps, I’ll be able to find it. Hopefully no dogs will poop on it before then.