But one day at Starbucks I was writing with a friend and couldn't concentrate on the story at hand so I just grabbed a pen and paper and started a new story about a guy, down on his luck, who fed his last can of tuna to this cat who'd adopted him a few months before.
Character in a setting with a problem.
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It turned into a cute little speculative fantasy story of about 3400 words called Tucker and Mr. Chilly. (Mr. Chilly's the cat, and Charlie - pictured above and to the right - was my inspiration ;). If you're interested in reading it, let me know (swear word warning!). Right now it's trying to find a home, having been rejected by a pro market but with some very kind words.
Tomorrow, I'll tell you about the origin for "Maysi's First Assignment."