After a story developing (a bit like a storm) overnight, I had to find time today to put it down before I lost the intracacies of it or it became stale. And “The Chameleon” was born. So excited by my efforts I rushed downstairs and asked Mum if she wanted to read it. The first time I’ve possibly let her read any of my writing since I became an adult. Then had a moment were I realised there was swearing in it, violent deaths and a rather lurid mention of sex.
Turns out she loved it. Then got herself bent out of shape later when we were discussing the microchipping of humans (which is a prominent feature in all my sci-fi stories). Gratefully, micro chip or not micro chip she still loves the story… and the bonus, I am actually ploughing away successfully at my goals for this month. Now to sow and reap the rewards.
PS: just thinking – I might rename this story Chameleon Nightmares on a twist of the name Chameleon Dreams an album by Kiwi songstress, Margaret Urlich’s, which I have from the early 90’s.