Bette: “At one point I cared, but then I sobered up. Now I just want to make sure that whatever is happening over there can’t be connected back to me in any way.”
Note: This is part of an on-going experiment at Bonnywood. Details found here.
P.S. And this wraps-up my fevered experiment wherein I’ve been scheduling future posts to keep folks entertained whilst I’m on vacation. The questionable goal of this lark has been a hope of inspiring you, Dear Reader, to sound off in the comments and help me jump-start older Past Imperfects from my “Crusty Pie” blog that haven’t been given the full Bonnywood treatment. For various reasons, all of these proffered snippets from the days of yore (twenty of them!) have stymied me on how I can proceed with a proper fleshing-out of the story. I don’t yet know what the results will be, but my fingers are crossed.
At this very moment, I’m in the wee hours of 09/15/21, even though this post I’m currently finagling will not appear until 09/24/21. We’ll be embarking on our sojourn to New Mexico shortly, bound for a locale lacking signal connections to the rest of the world. I may return to a cornucopia of story ideas, or I may return to tumbleweeds blowing in a vacant desert.
In any case, thank you for putting up with this mess. We’ll be returning to regular programming shortly…
Categories: Past Imperfect