Nancy Bartholomew

I'm thinking...Little whisps of wanna-be characters dance just below my conscious radar, lining up like potential contestants on American Idol.  "Pick me! Pick me!" they whisper...

The girl with "See Rock City" tattooed just above her...well, Inner Sanctum.

The talking dog with the bad jokes..."Dog goes into a bar, hops up on a stool and balances carefully so as not to put any weight on one heavily bandaged foot.  The bartender raises a quizzical eyebrow and the dog rolls his eyes.  'I'm looking for the guy that shot my paw,' he says."

36 hours from now, I'll be heading off to the woods to write and as of this moment, a tattooed girl and a talking dog are the only people going along for the ride.  Hopefully the fog will clear and inspiration will arrive.

Still, I'm kind of enjoying the dog.  He's a sarcastic little joker.