Funny thing about inspiration; it comes without warning. In seeking out an idea for story for Storytron exploration, just a basic simple situation that offers a variety of interesting characters and outcomes, suddenly I’m writing on a story that lay sleeping for almost a year.
I haven’t written anything in a long time, since Big Tim Dawson, I think, and I haven’t been able to rewrite that or two others that I feel are worth working on. Yet I happen upon this one 500-word beginning and pick up on it as if it were fresh, as if I suddenly knew where it was going. I still don’t, not really, but I’ve near tripled it in just a few sittings. And I like it; wonder why I left it. I see subtleties in it and meanings that I don’t even think were consciously there when I started it.
And I still haven’t found the simple, basic scenario I’m looking for for the Storytron project.
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