This writing lark can be an odd thing. One day you get a word in your head – let’s say, for argument’s sake, ‘flatline’. You toss a few ideas around in your head and come up with some possible avenues to explore, when another word – totally unexpectedly – also creeps up on you, let’s say, for example: ‘dogsbody’.
Now you’ve got two words to play with and – because you happen to like both of them – you decide to use them both, but don’t know how that’s going to work out. Then, whilst brushing your teeth the next morning, a concept sneaks into your consciousness, and there you have it… no, it’s not a story, it’s just the germ of an idea, but that my friends, is whats it’s all about.
Sergeant Phil Esterhaus: “Hey, let’s be careful out there.”
Hill Street Blues