I had a little scene in my head, that I quite fancied putting to type. It wasn't a story, as such, more a literary diorama. So I did. Type it out, that is. And like Jacks beanstalk, the bloody thing kept growing. It was supposed to be a scene with a bit of plot stuck on the front for politeness sake. Ten pages, that was it, that was all you were getting.
You got a bit more than that.
Anyway, some of you weren't happy and wanted more. This isn't Oliver you know. But, you had a point and there was a bit of life left in it, so part two was duly one finger stabbed into the keyboard, in an effort to round things off.
Except that I had an idea in the process. A small idea. A possible idea. So I left the story open to see how things panned out in my mind, and last week, part three was born. It wasn't long, just a wee bit to put the story to bed, except it refused. I shall not bother you with the ins and outs of its tantrum.
The plan was for a Friday upload, but then UK politics got involved and I got side-tracked so that went out the window. Then I had another idea and it grew arms and legs. Actually that's a bit of a bad taste analogy, but anyway…
I'm still on first draft, no sign of it being completed any day soon, but I'm hoping for upload next week or so. Currently it's sitting at about 25 thousand words, which, I think, puts it at almost the same length as part one and two combined.
This time next week you can all send me abuse about how I said last week that part three would be uploaded and it still hasn't been…