The Fifteen Minute Novel is a novel written fifteen minutes at a time with each week day’s section starting with the sentence from the previous day. At least it is attempting to be a novel. For now I am just aiming at one continuous story, worked on for fifteen minutes each day. Started Friday January 1st, 2021 (in case you want to search for the beginning. I can’t wait to see where it ends up. It could be good, or it could be a mess. We’ll have to see. For now, here is today’s fifteen minutes.
Day 193: Because he thought he remembered it the most, James chose Macbeth as his first study.
Because he thought he remembered it the most, James chose Macbeth as his first study. ‘There should be a lot about that on-line and in books,’ James thought. ‘If I know it then it has to be popular.’
Mind settled, James bookmarked the play in the volume where it lived and put the other volume back on the shelf. Feeling like he at least managed something in terms of moving forward, James set the book aside and chose a horror movie from the selection available to him. He made certain to choose one that featured an inhuman creature in a mask rather than a killer on the loose. He’s brain was more comfortable with a demon invasion than a simple bloody minded human at the moment.
‘I’ve had far too much of those lately.’
The movie took him to bedtime and James yawned and let his sleepiness take him upstairs. While his dreams featured a portal into the netherworld where demons danced, the dreams were more absurd twisting than actual night mares and he was able to shake them off easily when he woke the next morning.
James again drove to the club for his morning swim. Sundays weren’t as popular as Saturdays appeared to be and even though he pushed himself as far as his body was willing to go, spending more time in the pool than before, there were still few people about when he left to begin his day.
At home, he had an English muffin smeared with jam while he wrote out a preliminary shopping list. He went on line and pulled up a recipe for pancakes without a boxed mix involved that he thought he might be able to pull off. He book marked the recipe and added the ingredients to the list. Thanks to his mother and her intention to stock his kitchen so that a professional chef and baker would find nothing wanting, he knew he had the tools needed.
“Makes me feel bad for just making the pancakes,” James told himself as he completed the list. “Maybe after I perfect pancakes I’ll try something else,” he decided. James took his list, his wallet and himself to the store. He loaded his cart and found that with each aisle he turned, he scanned it taking in the faces of each of his fellow shoppers. James wasn’t certain if he was looking for Tucker or if he suspected those around him of being in league with the forces of evil.
‘Maybe both,’ he thought.
Neither manifested and he was able to check out and get his groceries home without incident. He waved to his neighbor and exchanged a few words of casual banter. It was mostly weather related and general well-wishing for the remainder of the weekend.
After putting the groceries away, James went on line and looked up possibilities for a work bench. He measured the space he had, thought about what he wanted and found something he thought would suit. He loaded the first batch of empty boxes and paper into the recycling bin and decided that was good enough. He thought about what else needed to be done before Monday arrived.