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It Feels Good to Finish

I wrapped up my latest short story today – it’s called “Flight Number,” and it’s most definitely a thing. What kind of thing is another question entirely – one I honestly can’t answer.

What started out as a simple, very twisted idea, quickly turned into something else entirely. It’s extremely personal, although that wasn’t my intent when I started it.

Once again, I just started writing and let the thing tell me where to go – my job was just to write it down as it came to me. It’s not exactly stream-of-consciousness, because I do go back and edit and refine. But I don’t know where this shit is coming from. It’s just a really weird process – I don’t understand it, but then again I don’t feel like I need to.

I’m just going where life seems to be pointing me.