Yesterday I assigned myself an off-the-cuff idea. Describe a street at night and what waits at the end of it. An hour later I had a rough 1,700-word short story that I edited and polished into a somewhat pleasing little piece I’m calling “Humidity at Night.” Since it has a very concrete beginning, middle and end I’m not going to reproduce it here. I just want to give an update so I can prove to anyone reading (and myself, really) that I’m not slacking off. I am still writing.
It’s just going way better at the moment than I’d expected, and I’m keeping more of it to myself than I thought I would.
I’m still not sold on the title “Humidity at Night,” though. It seems a little generic to me.