I can’t help myself.
I’m going to do NaNoWriMo in August. (Which means I get a grace day, muahaha!)
I am going to write a sequel to THING. It is called GIZMO.
Credit to my brilliant and hysterical spouse for inventing the acronym, again.
Here’s the beginning:
“I quit!” shouted Tom Lord, shaking his fist. He spun on his heel and stalked away.
“Or what about this?” he said. “I quit,” he spat through his teeth, jabbing his finger once at his reflection. “And there’s nothing you can do about it,” he added.
With a blank expression, he leaned in close to the mirror. “I’ve decided to terminate my employment agreement.” He lifted his chin in a farewell gesture. “Be seeing you, maybe.” Then he stepped back and considered his visage: elegant, angular. He needed to shave. “What do you think?” he asked.