It reminds me of an incident a Kentucky State student friend
of mine told me about, which I later incorporated into a short story of mine,
about going to class in high heels. She wore heels and the points pushed down through
the snow, locking each step in place, while all around her the “on trend” and “cool”
kids slid everywhere in their high tech trainers. I liked the concept and used it
because I could imagine the sound. The staccato crunch, crunch, crunch, struck a chord with me.
Having said that, my female pen name for that story would
have had to research it further and fall flat on her ass trying. Since I’m at
sixteen and a half stone with a beard, you won’t see me walking outside in heels
doing the research! Even if I could find a pair to fit.
I’ve got a lot to do this afternoon so I’ve had to stop
writing, for now. I managed over 2,400 words on my main project and 600 words
as a starter on another story. That one came to me overnight in a dream, and I
had to write it down. Total of 3,085 words, and finished that many by half-one.
So, feeling pretty pleased with that, in terms of progress.
Despite what I said in an earlier post, I have actually
stopped mid-scene. Oh well, we’ll see what that brings tomorrow.
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