Last year, I took on the Ray Bradbury challenge to write 52 short stories in a year. I fell a bit short, only writing 32 and most were bad. But I had a handful of not-half-bad stories, and three that seemed good.
One of the things I learned along the way was how to be another person. Never mind that I’m a–well let’s call it ‘senior’–female. I could be an out-of-work 30 year old male, a mean and murderous female school teacher, a male retiree bent on revenge … you get the picture.
Weeding the mermaid garden this morning, I wondered what it would be like to sing songs to destroy men and ships.
There’s a new horror series on Freeform (formerly ABC Family) called “Sirens.” About mermaids who apparently want to destroy human civilization. Gorgeous but homicidal. I haven’t watched it.
Ah, homicidal mermaids. Right up my alley.
Musings from the garden?? That was the reason I loved coming home from graveyard shift and working in the garden first thing in the morning…all the strange and wonderful thoughts and stories that went through my warped little mind!!