Every so often, I'll get a funny image in my head of something that is totally off the wall. Being a writer, I try my best to figure out ways to develop it into a story.
One such image occurred the other day, when I randomly thought about Abraham Lincoln parked outside the U.S. Capitol in a shiny red corvette, with the top down and his arm slung over the seat. He was wearing his top hat and smiling.
Nothing would make me happier than to figure out how to mold this image into a story. My problem is that I like plausible, especially when it comes to historical figures. I need to loosen up a little, I suppose, since anachronisms can be hilarious. Like how about a series of emails between firstname.lastname@example.org and HRHGeorge3@gmail.uk?
Alas, these are as far as I will likely ever get with these. Still, wouldn't you love to cruise the town with Abe in a sports car?
My brain is a curious thing. It bounces from place to place, from the exceedingly strange to the terribly mundane. Every once in awhile, something will pop into my head that is just completely out of nowhere. Totally random.