Do you ever feel like you live in an abstraction?
At least you’re living a life. At least you have the chance to do something meaningful.
I’d like to connect more with the writing world. I’d like to be a part of it. Tough thing to say, in some respects. I’m no success. Don’t really know what I’m doing. But I’m no imposter. Words come, I listen.
To be a writer, my guess is that you have to be a good listener.
One story sits with me and talks about my inherent disconnection. One story that is as biographical as it gets for me, the writer of fiction and other made-up stories, a person who badly never wants to write about me. Who’s me, anyway? There are more stories than me. Pick them off the branches. Toss them in the air. Just please do try and catch them.
This one’s free to read. It’s called ‘Dragon boy’. It’s about a sadboy, but I’m no sadboy. It’s about a submariner, but I’m a creature of the land. It’s about a sea monster, but I swear that I’m real. I think I live in this story. I don’t know if that’s important. Or meaningful. Or even worth writing about. But when you’re in a coffee shop and unable to sleep, this is the thought that occurs. That I’m in these words.
To anyone reading, I wish you well, and hope you have a wonderful 2025.
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5 Responses
I love this so much. How you invited the man to drink wine with you and then shredded him to pieces. I laughed. I love everything about this story.
Ah thank you! That was my bit of dark humour for the story. I really do like this piece, glad it resonated with you too!
Dragon Boy was so tasty! ::makes tongue-smack noises with fingers bunched up to my mouth as if relishing a pickle or some such:::
Ah thank you! That one’s a favourite!