Worked the whole day yesterday on the second book of ‘One Man’s Fault’. As I wrote I was having a problem with a couple of my teeth which had decided they were unappreciated as full-time choppers, and decided, unilaterally, to leave their mundane existence and become full-time vampire teeth. They announced their new status by shredding my tongue as I typed… I soldiered on, the book has to be written, and I finished my days work, submitting my days output to Hilda who read it and shrugged, “Not your best work…” A death sentence for my immortal words… But hey… Hilda was right, and I knew it…
A new day dawned today, (as it generally does) and I decided the dentist was first stop on my agenda and if there was any time left of a day that promised excruciating pain, I would do a re-write…
I approached the dentist’s secretary hoping to get an appointment within the next three years and told her of my body being taken over by alien invader teeth… To my amazement, and fright, I was granted an immediate appointment and sat for ten minutes in the waiting room with my anal sphincter fibrillating…
I was called in and invited to sit and open wide, my mouth that is…
To my amazement, and relief, the whole procedure was totally painless and I was back outside the door in ten minutes.
I did the rewrite, and as I type, I am awaiting Hilda’s verdict on my ramblings… Oooohhh…
Kenneth J. Matthews 