On July 3, I came across a writing competition in one of the many online magazines that lands in my Inbox. I’m not sure why this one caught my attention, but after thinking about it, the first line appeared. Well, technically, it appeared while I was sitting at my computer writing in my journal. So, perhaps the words flowed from my fingers more than arriving in my head.
The story began to take shape. The more I wrote, the more it changed. Seven days later, I had 4,700 words and a complete story. And then I realized something: nobody dies, nobody cries, nobody even feels particularly bad. I was in new territory.
For now, I’ve set the story aside to “marinate.” In a week or so, I’ll return to it with fresh eyes and see whether the story I think I wrote is actually the story on the page.
I’ll let you know what happens.