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November 14, 2016Posted by on
I while back, I wrote a short story called The Jump. It got some good reaction and I enjoyed writing it. So, I let it stew and thought about expanding the story. It certainly had the potential to be something much larger. The question was whether I had it in me to actually write the thing. Writing fiction has been a massive struggle for me over the last year or two or three.
I noodled with an idea for chapter two of The Jump and started writing it. And then I thought of a different chapter two and started noodling on that idea. And this is what I spend a lot of time doing these days. Noodling rather than actually writing. Cause I’m just scared I can’t write anymore.
A couple of weeks ago, I started writing the new chapter two of The Jump. I wrote a few hundred words and then a little bit here and a little bit there. And yesterday in the quiet hours of a Sunday afternoon, I burst through and completed chapter two. Something clicked in the writing of it and I hope that click holds on and I can actually make some progress on turning The Jump into something more real. Longer and further into the story and that I can carry it through before bogging down.
So, here you go.
The President’s Men. (Chapter Two of The Jump)
Keep your fingers crossed, say some prayers, light a candle or two … for me, that I can find it again.
Thank you for sharing these. Several times I have corrected WP to get your fiction page into my email and I don’t know why it insists on excluding it, as many times as I have re-added it.
The art of following and getting all posts on WP is just that … an art. There are times I’m convinced I’m missing more than I am getting.