a truth to unveil

sometimes (seldom) i have the end

or title or the crux of the story. At others, nothing. But I can write all the time. It’s why I have pen and paper everywhere. I have 263 voice memos (have yet to put them somewhere, although some have made it into posts, a few others into an electronic binder) from when there was no pen + paper or I was driving.

My commute used to be fifty to fifty-five minutes on a good day, and I could think, my mind running amok, whether listening to music, the news, or in silence.

I work from HOME NOW, AND though I write less,

(makes no sense, except that the outlet of commuting, the much dreaded ‘wasted’ time, is gone) I still come up with dialogue or concepts on almost a daily basis.

. . . . .

The story may be a true story, a wishful story, someone else’s story … or a totally made-up tale. But if you’re writing it, it is yours to tell. Mine are sprinkled with reality — fictionalized reality. It happened, but not exactly in the same way or to people like that. Or it almost happened. Or could have happened. Some instances are exactly as they happened.

the best are the ones i wish would happen