It’s early December, and I’m freshly back from Argentina. Being the enthusiastic planner that I am, I’m in a hurry to get this podcasting thing taken care of. I have visions of finishing all of the January podcasts by Christmas. So I settle in and start reading the January stories. I read last week’s story and get super excited, because I love it and I’m really looking forward to getting to read it. And then I get to this week’s story.
“What’s up?” my roommies ask as I wander out of my office into the living room.
“Podcast prep,” I say.
“You look like you’re up to something,” they say.
“I soooo can’t ever let my grandparents hear the second podcast. It will scar and traumatize them.”
“Is that bad?” they ask.
“Oh, I’m going to have fun. It’s a really neat story. I love unconventional structures. I. Just. Grannie doesn’t need to hear me saying that.”
The story is, as advertised, an inventory. I think I should have you sufficiently teased that you’ll go check it out now, yes?