Baby Writing Challenge SUPER//OVERTIME//MODE Story Seventeen: "Wherever We Go"

So...having a baby uses up a lot of your free time. Having two uses up nearly all of it. Would I swap them both for extra writing time? Well...it remains to be seen whether either of them is a match with me for possible future organ donation.

I kid, obviously. Lyn...if you read this...I am definitely kidding. Unless I need something in the future, in which case this is all forward planning.

I'm entering the final run of stories now. After this, there're only two more to go and 'it's all over save the crying' (read: editing). The master plan is to edit all the stories thoroughly once they're all finished and stick them up as a free book on Smashwords or Kindle. Given the work rate I can currently sustain, that might be after my children leave home.

This story's word was suggested by an old university friend of mine - "swazmacking". Don't look it up in the dictionary - it's entirely fictional! The random genre picker gave me "science fiction robinsonade" - so riffing off Robinson Crusoe. A fictional word and a genre thoroughly mined out in '60s and '70s sci-fi.

*ulp!*

Ladies and gentlemen, I give you "Wherever We Go".

Dictionary Corner

TROJAN WEE (Noun)

Found Footage

The following is a true story, pieced together from fragments posted on Facebook, of one man's descent into madness.

Digital History #1

This just cropped up on my Facebook feed from when Celeste was weaning two years ago. Her accuracy with food has improved, but my abilities with adventure games have not.

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Watching Celeste explore the world reminds me of how bad I am at adventure games on my PC.

Use BISCOTTI on BLANKET - "I don't understand what you want to do"
Use BISCOTTI on FOREHEAD - "That doesn't seem right to me"
Use BISCOTTI on DADDY - "He looks confused"
Use BISCOTTI on NOSTRIL - "It doesn't fit"

After a long while, I work out how to get through the locked prison door and Celeste works out that biscotti go in her mouth.

So do I, man. So do I.

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One, two, three...

Hit it!

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Guest contributor: Celeste Chapman (3)

Story by Celeste Chapman (aged 2 1/2 years):

There was Princess Celeste and Queen Mummy and King Daddy. King Daddy and Celeste wore pink dresses. They all went for a walk by the river and found acorns. They took them to the funfair and went on the rides. They ate sausages and mango and lived happily ever after. The End.

Do you expect me to talk?

Never, ever trust toddlers with secrets.