Years ago when my family participated in the annual AIDS Walk, a “pooper-scooper” picked up walkers who were too pooped to continue. This week I found myself looking over my shoulder to see if I could hitch a ride on a pooper-scooper. Alas, one never appeared.
But then yesterday I stumbled upon a PB story idea while watching an outrageous stand-up comic with my daughter. It turned into my favorite PB during this marathon.
Today tap your friends, neighbors, family members, co-workers, grocer (?), hairdresser, letter-carrier, etc. for their PB ideas. Who knows, one of their stories may be a gem worth stealing.
Or think big! Take one of your previous stories and write a sequel.