Has nothing, or really not a lot to do with being interrupted. It was the story that he told the children for story hour.... though it's gonna take longer than an hour to tell THIS story. I started writing bout an hour after I got home, even though I didn't want to, but did it for the discipline of writing. Basically, it was just words on paper, sorta. Then I got just tired of it and went to lay down. I slept for 5 minutes, then the story woke me up, and the next 3000 words flew out of me because they already existed, just not on paper. It's the story of the very first time Rebecca met Giown, one of the times when the wellspring of the Village didn't exist, when there were no Shopkeepers, when magic and imagination had sort of dried up.
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Date: 2005-11-19 05:38 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-11-19 07:06 pm (UTC)