Sometimes, I have to close out the world around me and dive head-first into a story. Sure, life goes on as usual, but I'm a million miles away without sadness or grief. Just the emotions I wish to convey. Sometimes, in my mind, I choose a quiet town or a cottage in the forests I go to as my pen begins its journey into storyland. I can venture anywhere I please, really, like a sidewalk cafe in France where a beautiful lady sips her tea and catches me looking at her and quickly looks away, a bit embarrassed. Or maybe I'll let my mind wander from place to place, only stopping when a feeling beckons me to write.
Most of the time, I know right away how a story will unfold, as I write quickly without hesitation until it's complete. The characters in my stories were thought of not in advance but spur of the moment because I felt they must be named as such to complete the tale.
I'm not a great writer, and truth be told, I won't be remembered as such, and that's okay with me. As I write, I release the thoughts that crowd my mind and heart, leaving me with a momentary sense of fulfillment yet an emptiness that awaits the next story.
Mike 2025
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