Has anyone started yet? Anybody finished?

I've always been bad about procrastination, but my shifting work schedule worked to my advantage for once. Since my lunch hour fell at 3pm for the past two weeks, I brownbagged it and wrote.

The wrong foot wound me up mired in minutiae on a nowhere road, traveling step-by-step from bathroom to kitchen, opening each drawer and cabinet in search of canned fish. Exhilarating prose, let me tell you.

Luckily, a patron stopped by the desk on Wednesday. His first name was Stenard. And that fascinated me.

So I have a first draft, a complete story and a review from my wife.

"It's six different stories that jump around without transition and make no sense."

That's progress.