I need a story! I have all these ideas bouncing around in my head but nothing concrete! And my story is due Wednesday morning!
So far, all I have is one random first line:
He woke up in Juarez, naked except for a pair of pinstriped socks.
I have no idea what to do with it.
On the brighter side, we had a barbeque today. I tore into a nice med-rare steak and got in touch with my neanderthal-cavewoman self. It was quite lovely.
Must. Go. Bang. Head. Against. Pillow. At least until a story appears.