Seven

No, not the movie. Which, incidentally, still gives me occasional nightmares. It was the Sloth one that did it. Yeesh.

No, we're not talking severed heads and force-fed spaghetti. We're talking the Deadlies - Seven Deadly Sins. In no particular order:-

Sloth
Envy
Avarice
Gluttony
Anger
Pride
Lust

You see, I was inspired by a third part to write a series of posts about the Big Ones, so watch this space for more.

The third party crossed my path on Monday, when I took an unexpected detour down a road I haven't driven in ages. It was a complete fluke I took that road at that time, and

The third party's single-minded pursuit of its goal in the face of danger set an idea blooming in my head, so I will be rambling incoherently on the subject this week. I may even find something to say of relevance to writing.

You never know.

But who, I hear you cry, who was the third party? What mighty creature reached into your writer's soul and demanded you write about these strong, fundamental, human themes?

It was a small chicken.

Yes, that's right. My muse is Chicken Little.