I’m on several book discussion lists and every six weeks or so someone will rave about an author using the term “I’d read anything s/he wrote, even a grocery list,” or some such tripe.
Whereupon I humbly submit a couple of my own grocery lists to see how they stack up against the likes of Elizabeth George and Stephen King.
Here’s one of my favorites:
[li]duct tape[/li][li]utility knife w/single-edge razor blades[/li][li]flashlight[/li][li]D battery (or2??)[/li][li]rubber gloves[/li][li]disposable rain poncho[/li][li]some kind of mask[/li][li]drop cloth (at least 3mil) or tarp[/li][li]pruning shears[/li][li]pruning shears[/li][li]spider poison (lots!)[/li][li]6ft of small gauge chain[/li][li]hacksaw blades[/li][/ul]
Okay, it was a home improvement project. In retrospect it sounds kind of sinister. IIRC the guy at Ace was pretty blase. Sees that kinda thing all the time.
Now if it had been this one:
Much more mundane:
Calgon–take me away!
This was a more exciting week:
[ul]Need–leather jacket, suitcase, sunglasses
All right. . . nobody is going to pay for my grocery lists. sob they are not even paying for my well-crafted and hilarious novels (their loss! unlike these lists). I need a more exciting life. Or a more vivid imagination. Maybe a to-do list?
My ideal to-do list at the moment:
The more realistic if not actual shopping list for a break of similar duration to the above:
[ul]6-pack of Pepsi
6 crossword puzzle books
6 mystery novels
[/ul](don’t need food, there’s a Thai restaurant right around the corner)
Yeah, eat your heart out Stephen King, I mean that literally . . .