Writing Interruptus

New idea, Write!

Darkness covered the castle where--

"Excuse me." I look up to find a young girl with dark short hair.

"Yes?"

"Are you a writer?" She chews her gum.

No, I'm making brain tacos. "Sort of."

She points at my laptop. "What are you writing about?"

Hell if I know. "Stuff."

"What kind of stuff?"

I scratch my head, and it's not because I feel uncomfortable. I just have dandruff. A flew flakes fall. "Just started this story. It's about a castle and--"

"Vampires? Cool!"

I wait a few seconds, trying to cool down. "No, it's not about blood suckers."

"Really?" She turns around and leaves.

I take a deep breath and go back to my writing, but my muse left with the girl. This is the moment to ask the brain.


Darkness covered the castle where the battle began. Ghosts hovered above it, scaring...

Scaring what? I close my eyes and concentrate.

"Aha. So, you are serious," a guy says. I open my eyes. A mature man is talking on his phone. "I cannot do this. You know that. We're going to lose thousands." He hangs up and shakes his head.

Where was I? Oh, yeah. The castle and the ghosts. E-mail. When was the last time I checked it? I open my mail. Curtain sale. Delete. Free Disney vacations. Delete. New friend request from someone I've never heard of. Delete. No more unread messages. Facebook? Twitter? Nope. I take a deep breath and type.


Dark ghosts hovered above the castle, an omen of the oncoming battle. Birds flew away at the sight of the wandering souls.


A girl with short dark hair rode a black horse, heading for the castle.


"Ramona!" A man standing at the entrance raised his hand. "So, you 'are' serious."


Ramona locked her eyes onto his, frowning. "I am. You must pray to the skies. To the birds."


"I cannot do this. You know that."


She stepped off the horse and grabbed the man's neck. "Pray. Pray for them. Before we lose them."


"We're going to lose thousands."


She relaxed and moved his hand away from him. She knelled and look at the sky. "Lord. Help us in our quest."

It's not exactly what I had in mind, but it sort of works. I guess getting interrupted helps.