Writin' Wednesday

Did you see that up there? I'm dubbing this Writin' Wednesday. I've got my new glasses on, my backwards, evoking-Fletch baseball hat, a full cup of tepid decaf, and a stack of notes and partial pieces of a story I really want to finish. Quinn's asleep, the dog's in his doghouse and the eagle has landed. And if you're so inclined, please join in on future Wednesdays - maybe it will inspire me if I see other's getting jiggy with it. (Fletch would never say that would he? I'm so embarrassed.)

Here is the opening to The Valley (or Life in the Valley - can't decide which)...

Lanny stumbled to his car and opened the door. There was a sucking noise from the garbage bag over his window. The neon roller skates from the sign above the parking lot lit his dashboard, and he sat behind the wheel and lit a cigarette. He wouldn't tell Gary about the jukebox yet. He reached in the twelve pack next to him and counted two cans. He listened to the basketball game on the radio until a commercial break, then got out of the car, crushing his cigarette under his work boot. The market across the street was still open.

Bill was sitting up in the back seat when Lanny came back. He avoided a new puddle next to the car and said through the garbage bag, "Come on asshole, let's get this done. I told Christine I'd come by."?

Bill tipped a can to his mouth. "She's fuckin' damaged goods, dude. Rode hard and put up wet, you know?"?

Lanny opened the back door and put in his hand to help his brother out. He figured with a good hour they could at least get rid of the beer cans and pizza boxes. The roller rink floor needed to be swept, too. Gary was going to shit about the jukebox, but maybe they could blame it on that kid with the braces and headgear that had been kicking it earlier in the day. Bill crushed the can and threw it towards the front seat. It landed with a dead thunk against Lanny's toolbox. It was still half full. Bill pushed himself out of the car and they both went back into the rink to clean up the remnants of their party.

Okay, that's all I can do for now. I don't want to blow my writin' wad on the first day. And, as always, any and all criticisms and comments are welcome (unless you make fun of my new glasses for being crooked - it's my fucking cock-eyed ears!).