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New Story

I think I finally have a story ready to come out. Loss seems to be the big theme for me lately. Who am I kiddng? Loss is the theme of my life. And if you're honest, it's probably a major theme for yours. Isn't that why we fear change as much as we do?

The story I'm working on is centered around 6 people (or pairs of people) whose lives intersect in a completely benign way. In my head it's sort of like Pulp Fiction meets Exile and the Kingdom. So far, I've met 4 of the people and heard about their losses: dreams, hopes, plans, identity.

The funny part of writing is the way you see the characters and listen to their stories. That's where I am right now...walking around the place where these people are connected and listening to what they have to say. (For some reason, I think they're in Mexico.) I hope I do them justice.

I enjoy listening to stories, especially when I don't feel the need to react and respond. Soaking up another person's words is a very different experience from participating in the narration wth ooos and ahhhs and oh mys. Maybe that's why so many random people feel the need to share their life stories when they see me.

I hope I do them justice.
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Christy said…
I am more than sure that you will do them justice. The fact that you respect them so, the ones who tell you their stories, promises as much. I can't wait to read it!
6:21 PM
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