Finished fiction
I don’t like to leave things unfinished. It’s rare of me to start any project and not work tirelessly on it until it’s finished or dead. Earlier this year, I thought it would be nice to plant a bush in my back yard. Two weeks later, I’d re-landscaped the entire thing.
The exception to the above rule is when I dabble in fiction. It’s the scariest place for me to get near the end, Unfinished, it’s a secret. Finished, it is something else entirely.
A few weeks ago, I started messing around with a silly little story just to shake off some cobwebs that had grown around my brain. Last night, I put the damned thing to bed. This morning, I realized I didn’t know what to do with it. It’s just a silly little short story that will take you an hour, if that, to read. But I finished it and that has to mean something. Maybe.
Anyway, I’d be angry with myself if I filed it away with all the other stuff that comes out of my fingers that I never show anybody. It may not be good, but it’s finished. I published it here, so if you have an hour to kill and want to read a story about dogs, drugs, and the gov’mint, have at it.
Excellent.
Otis you remind me why I never venture below the Mason-Dixon line.
G-Rob–Many thanks. Seriously.
Shrink–I’ve been a lot of places and the American south competes for one of the most interesting and colorful regions I’ve ever visited (in this case, the visit has lasted 12 years…). It also is ridiculously weird and not for the easily-frightened.
Great story! Loved it. Keep writing.
Fantastic. Really. The funny thing is, it brings to mind some characters I’ve had the pleasure of knowing, but you go far beyond what they’d have (or had) done.
I’m glad you finished this story. I hope this gives you the courage to finish many more.
Excellent. If I had to compare to a published author, I’d say very James Lee Burkeish. I’d also say very publishable.
Good writing is hot! Nice job, my friend.