|The view from my computer|
One thing I realized is that my fiction--now all in Google docs--is a mess. Completely disorganized. I can't find anything. I was supposed to send some stuff out today, but did not.
But I did randomly pull up a story--my life feels rather random these days--and began to work on it again, and tried to pull it away from its original inspiration--an old friend, no longer living. He died around now--in 2001--a couple of weeks after September 11th of drug-related causes. And I've never gotten over it.
So maybe pulling up that story wasn't so random after all.
Inspired by Lara, several hours after this, I went out to read more in Stuart Dybek's recent collection of flash fictions.
|The view from a tippy chair.|