I've said repeatedly over the past few months that I'm not an author, and I doubted I'd ever be one.
Yet somehow, after not writing a word of fiction since High School (~1993), my mind has evidently decided that's long enough.

It started about a week ago, after I'd read an FF story. Somehow the process of thinking of how the protagonist could have extracted himself from the situation created a germ of an idea for a subversion of the genre, which has been milling around in my head ever since. Needless to say, when I opened up gedit yesterday to try and 'do something' with the idea, I found it's harder to translate an idea into words than I thought!

I predicted it would only be a drabble, but somehow the main story has turned into over 1,300 words. And there's not a single mention of "bedroom antics" (now is that a further subversion of the genre or what?!), but there is a "trendy wine bar" called, appropriately enough, "The Old Bank" (I'm surprised no-one's uploaded that ad campaign to YouTube...)

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Uh oh. It seems as though a muse might have forced itself on me. I've now written a 700 word genie encounter...

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So, any editors out there willing to cast their critical eye on these two stories (including rephrasing any illogical dialogue or pointing out mile wide plot holes) before I release them to an unsuspecting world?