Nothing major, just something I came across in my Tidbits File that I want to move here so that I don’t forget it again when an idea hits. Creative mood still in gear. Drugs help.
“C’mon, it’ll make you feel like a kid again,” Trevor says, and almost instantly I do. I pray he doesn’t notice that my stomach just fell out my ass or that my fingers tremble slightly as I casually wipe the sweat from my upper lip.
The Lost Children: A Charity Anthology