Apparently, stray story ideas are ignoring the sign I’ve hung up outside my door.
Plots, characters, settings, doppelgangers, foils, all have been knock-knock-knocking on my locked and shuttered door.
I am busy.
I am full.
Currently, I’m housing all story ideas in my neighbor’s barn.
Up next will be the breach of the silo.
Things could get tetchy after that, so, please, spread the word: No Solicitations.