After a brief morning workout, I got into talking to Ciy, my brother, while running through some chores. It was refreshing to speak to him, as we’ve been at a distance with respect to communication because of shifting time zones and his career overseas.
It occurred to me, while awaiting at a red light, that I have some 8 short stories that have yet to find a conclusion. It was this revelation, in the form of a hanging sentence, that has me slowly working my writer’s mind out of the career three piece suit and back into my creative sportscoat.
I’m ecstatic to see what happens in the next few months.I’ve been needing something like this for a long time.
I’ve been watching way too much Flipping Out on Bravo.
Call me Jeff..