Thanks to some screw-ups involving various doctors' offices, the insurance company, etc., I spent a lot of time in waiting rooms this week. (Also, I had a 90-minute wait sipping a lovely barium with Tang delicacy before a CAT scan --- meow!) On the plus side, that gave me time to work on my counter tenor story. It's written by hand, and some parts of it ironically look like doctor's handwriting.
Dying Is Easy, Comedy Is Hard
I can't even write a ghost story (well it started out that way...) without weird funny things popping up in the story. Even some of the things that should be serious are serious and yet whacky. For example, after accidentally stabbing the counter tenor, the lord runs out of his bedroom naked and covered in CT blood. When he runs down the staircase, he sees two ghosts, Lord and Lady Roden -- these ghosts are only visible to people who will die soon. After I wrote this, I seriously considered putting in a part where Lady Roden shrieks at the site of the naked bloody guy. :)