I was re-reading through a short story (
A Living, Breathing Possibility ) I had started earlier this year, and this weekend, I'm going to work on finishing it and starting the ball rolling. I'm really hoping my muse hasn't left me. That would suck. I have a bunch of my notes, and reading through it, I'm feeling inspired again to follow it down the rabbit hole.
I'm pretty sure I'd worked out the end, and I have the impression that the "me" of earlier this year, left notes for the "me" that would eventually get caught up in life, and forget he had a story to write. I sware, re-reading it, I don't know where half this stuff came from. "Simplicity" (unpublished) has some interesting bits in there. I found I was writing parts before I got to them, and had all the 7 parts posted as unpublished markers, but had to go back into each to add the story details. Kind of twilight zoney.
I'll be promoting the dates of the stories up, as if they had
just been published, and updating the text a bit, so hopefully that won't throw off anything in this crazy beast we call the Internet.
"I know what the great cure is: it is to give up, to relinquish,
to surrender, so that our little hearts may beat in unison
with the great heart of the world." - Henry Miller
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