Little Car, Little Plot

Some very nice people sent me an Advent box. In the first window, there was this tiny chocolate Volkswagen. I wanted to keep it but I ate it. There was a caramel filling. A delicious little automobile.

I’m writing a short story that is right now heavy on setting and character but very thin on plot. As in going nowhere. I have to present my story to my writing group in the morning. In the past, I’ve criticized them for being too kind. Tomorrow, I am likely to rue those words.

Oh well.