Reasons, the final chapter


My note in the bottle to you.

The short story Reasons is finished and I feel such a sense of loss.  When I am writing my characters become my friends, their mindless conversations my music, and the plot snarls they always manage to create, my challenge.

When the story ends, I feel a real sense of abandonment. Tossed away much like that bottle above I no longer am privy to their conversations, friendships, and challenges. Instead I am empty, the spark of creativity banked until a new character whispers a plot to take my interest.

So tonight is for lost hours, strong Irish coffee… and remembering.