Someone just rang my mobile and said "Can I speak to Elvis, please?"
"Elvis?" I said.
"Yeah. Oh, sorry, I think I've got the wrong number."
I think there must be a short story in there somewhere.
Talking of short stories I did write a short story last night (much to my surprise!). Great, I thought when I'd finished, a 1,500 word story on the theme of 'seven' for the Lymm Festival comp (I won a Highly Commended there last year). I googled the comp so I could print out the entry form...
Oh dear. New Lymm Festival rules this year 'your entry must fit on a single side of A4'. My story was 3.5 pages of A4!
Ah well, rather than brutally chop my story (which I really quite like) to get it down to a single side of A4 I'm going to write something new for Lymm and send my story somewhere else instead.
Still can't quite believe I wrote some of my novel and a short story last night. Just goes to prove what happens when you turn off the TV and put some music on instead (well, for me anyway)