I can’t believe this; I just wrote a complete finished story–with a beginning, middle and an end–in three sit-down sessions, and I like it. It honestly feels like the best thing I’ve ever written.
Maybe I’ll have to reread it tomorrow and find out that it really sucks, but to go from an opening paragraph straight through to an ending in a single day is very unusual for me. I didn’t even have a clue where it was going, and as a matter of fact, tried a few times to get it back on track to go along with two others in a hypertext experiment, but it just went where it went. It’s written in first person pov, and I think I wasn’t here when I wrote it down.
I certainly hope it sounds as good tomorrow morning as it does tonight. Wish I’d done it a day earlier and could’ve brought it in for workshopping or had someone else read it before I have to include it in our lit mag. That is, if I can find some relationship to the other stories. It’s there, the basic concept of memory, wondering, and regret that comes at a certain stage in life, and the theme of sleep and first waking moments can be tied in, but I don’t know how cleanly. Maybe these stories will have to stand on their own, in which case I’ll just put in the one or two that are halfway decent.
I’m excited. It’s a feeling like when you shoot instinctive archery, and know from the moment that you release the string that the arrow is going exactly where it’s supposed to go. It’s like nothing else can make you feel; except an honest story.
The Lost Children: A Charity Anthology
I’ve never done this. In fact, most of my writing is unfinished…congratulations on a superior event!