Flushed with the happy I get when I set out to meditate and I manage more than 3 minutes without mentally wandering off to check the kitchen cupboards for breakfast opportunies; I arrived at my desk this morning wide open to inspiration.

“Hit me inspiration, take your best damn shot mate, right here on the noggin - crack me a good ‘un - I am so ready.”  I don’t say this out loud of course, the long suffering, patient beyond the ability or understanding of most normal humans partner is quietly going about his geeky business. He doesn’t need my internal dialogue spilling over his muesli first thing.

Tuning in is harder …

No I just think it, while checking my twitterfeed (is that the right termology?*).

*I know this isn’t a word, but my friend Jackie uses it, I think it might be Bristolian, anyway I like it, so I’m using it - so there.

As luck would have it, Inspiration was online and hit me a goodun with the notion of #flashfriday. Simple concept. Writers, write short flash stories on a Friday and share them however they please. So I decide to call for some more twinspiration and tweet a request for a location and an object to use in a story.

Quick as a flashstory (see what I did there?), my old pal responds with Statue of Liberty and Moorgate station platform 2 (eastbound).  The game is afoot…

Armed with a fast writing pen, a new notebook and a fiver for some coffee I head to a local cafe that serve it ‘flat and white’, just like they do in Australia. I’d pause here to tell you about my obsession with good coffee and Australian barristas but it’s complicated.

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The upshot of all this procrastinaterationing is that I did sweat out a story. Oh but it’s mean and poor and shuffly and it smells, but it deserves love just like any other story, right?. So I thought I’d bring it back and give it a bath and a bowl of hot soup. I thought maybe if I lend it one of my old dresses that I don’t wear any more maybe it would feel like heading out in the world to seek it’s fortune. Buoyed up by the love and attention I have given it and the realisation that there is real good in the world.

Thing is, I got distracted, by the time I got off the phone with the same friend who gave me the net in which I caught it - it  had wandered off to check into a night shelter before all the beds in the dry wing were taken. So this is a public admission of failure. I did rescue a story from the gutter, honestly I did.  But I know now that I wasn’t prepared to give it the commitment it needed to flourish and so I lost it  - so this week’s #flashfriday story might only turn up as a #sorryexcusesaturday story which doesn’t have the same ring to it.

Ach… I’ll type it up tommorrow and post it. No-one’s actually reading this nonsense! Who’ll ever know?