Just got back from New Orleans. Walking around Boubon street and seeing all the people started a flood of ideas for new stories. The more exotic/wierd they appeared the more I thought of an idea. I think some of our greatest writers were people watchers.
Have you ever been walking down a street or in a building when you found yourself staring at someone thinking you could write a story about them without ever hearing them say a word? I believe most of us think that. So, I have tucked away some of the notes and pictures of my stroll on Bourbon street and hope to be able to use them one day.