It starts with a laugh, then frantic typing on my phone.
My oldest daughter is driving. She’s in the process of learning. As she gets the hang of just driving around an empty parking lot, we’re chatting a bit. And we begin telling a story.
And now it’s going to be our “car story.” I love the beginning:
Yep. That’s my corpse in jail. Again. It’s probably most annoying thing about being dead, always having to track down your corpse after it’s been reanimated by a peppy necromancer.
I mean, come on. That’s a solid start. If I picked up a book and read that as the opening line, I’d have to buy it.
We’re not far in, because the focus is learning to drive, not writing a story. But we’ll be picking it up the next time we go out.
I have no idea where it’s going, but I’m eager to find out!
Jonathon Mast: Author 