Sometimes you just write a line that you’re so proud of you want to go out and buy cigars and hand them out to every stranger you happen to meet. This is such a line:
It’s from a story (Part Two of a story to be honest) posted on Tabulit (my last post explains what this site is). I think this line comes from something my wife once said. She may have uttered this line exactly, I’m not sure, she is prone to saying things like this, but I don’t know if she says anything this weird. Whatever, it’s almost a throw away line but I’m proud of it. Weird things make writers happy. Or weird things make weird writers happy.