I used to complain about not being able to turn off the creative switch. At times it drove me batty always coming up with these stories. But now I don't care because the depression wipes me out so much I often can't write anyway.

So, this morning before I left Roseburg, OR, I announced I finished The Pastel Cowboy, but was not going to work on any new projects until I wrote the new ending for Tim and the Corsair, wrote my submission to the Winter Anthology (which takes place on Glandar and ends on Earth v.2; involves two boys, one who knows he's gay and the other who suspects, but doesn't want to be like that; and our ever popular robotic species, the B'na, make an appearance, too.), and finish posting either Tim or Pastel.

Well, so much for trying to stop the creative processes. Pastel is done and there's a creative hole that needs to be filled.

The working title (and probably to actual title) is Best Friend. Two teens, Nick and Kevin, are on a murder spree killing random people at random times. The police, admirably represented by an as yet unnamed detective, are quite a few steps behind them. Kevin's little brother Mikey is on thin ice because he's supposed to be dead. The underlying story is Kevin will do anything for Nick, anything.

"Will you kill my father?" Nick asked as Kevin waited with a wad of toilet paper while Nick sat on the toilet.

"Sure, Nick, I'll do anything for you, anything. You're my best friend."

"Well, you certainly did a good job of killing Mikey," Nick said as he stood up and then bent over to let Kevin clean him. "Any guy who's willing to kill their little brother must be willing to do anything."

As you can see, this will not be a bunnies frolicking in a meadow story, either.

Oh, and yes, there will be lots and lots of blood and bits of bone and tissue flying out of horrendous exit wounds.

Sorry.