2015 has been a rough year. Due to illness, injury, family emergencies and paid work, I’m way behind on my fiction goals. That said, I’ve finally been able to get a little more research and world/character building done for my NaNoWriMo novel for this year.
Of course, I spilled my drink just as I was getting back into the flow of writing, which called an immediate stop to the typing. Once I cleaned that up, I decided to get the laundry started.
I found something unexpected when I got downstairs.
Bananas. Bananas at the foot of the stairway. Naturally, I felt the need to text my husband.
“So, I was going downstairs to get laundry started, and I think I found some fugitive bananas.”
“(There’s a picture of a banana bunch on the floor next to the bottom two steps of a staircase) Why are the bananas hiding? Are they planning an ambush?”
“Are they out to capture us and carry warped banana-y experiments out on us?”
“ARE THE BANANAS OUT TO GET US?!”
I haven’t gotten a response, but since this year’s story has a distinct pirate bent to it, I’m tempted to name one of them “Bananabosa”.
“Oh, no! It’s the dreaded Bananabosa! Terror of the fruit market! He can give you scurvy JUST BY LOOKING AT YOU!”
That’s how it worked right? Vitamin C deficiency had nothing to do with it.
Not that bananas have much C in them, but…
Well, other fruit does.