Writing

So my second story this quarter will be workshopped on Valentines Day. I somehow wanted to make it symbolic. Or about love. Or about a cliche in a completely tricky way. Such as some story about Russian mail order brides. Or the such. But the problem is whenever I "want" to write about a specific thing it never works. I write about the completely uncontrollable.

Currently the only story I can write, or character that wants to be written, is Uncle Carl who sells bat houses (like bird houses but for bats) on the side of the highway. His troubled nephew comes to live with him for the summer. They smoke pot endlessly in the bat house work shed and travel to all the places they never can or will be able to go to.

The End.