The Universe is trying to tell me something and I’ve been ignoring it, but I’m listening now. There’s a story I need to write. It’s just outside my window. It wakes me up every morning and badgers me throughout the day. This story comes in the form of a bluebird – with a nasty habit of attacking my windows. He’s begging to be immortalized in the written word, so I’m going to give in and write his story. I have no idea where to go with it but I’m thinking it may be a little creepy since that’s how I feel when I look up to find the damn thing staring at me like he wants to poke my eyes out.
I’m feeling a little Hitchcockian. I’m feeling a little dark. What horrible demise might come to this feathered friend? Or will he be the terminator of life? No sweetness and light here. It’s all sick and twisted. Well, at least I have the idea. Now, to let the words find me.
By the way, dear reader, I am doing something tonight I’ve never done before. I’m going to my first rock concert – Van Halen. Yeah, I know I’m a little old to be stepping into virgin territory of this kind – I’ve lived a sheltered life, what can I say? Who have you seen in concert?