He started drinking at 6 in the morning, was sober by 2 in the afternoon, but for the life of him he couldn’t say who that was showering in the bathroom, whose or what gray cat had just started up the hall, why the room’s width had grown in size, and what was that shape in the smoke curls above the ash tray, a mouse tail, a hook of hair, a suggestion of surf, or a letter of some language he was as yet unaware but would soon learn?
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100 Days :: Summer 09
This summer I'll be writing a story a day for 100 days. The objective is to practice narrative middles primarily, taking an idea and following where character, place, image, event, and action take it.
Hopefully this effort will give me an opportunity to concentrate and reflect on elements of craft in short, concentrated stories.
As with summer 08, Carianne Mack, now Carianne Garside, will be joining me. Several other artists have also committed to the effort, too, which will make for a fabulous opportunity to share in the creative problem-solving process with friends. I thank them all. You can follow the progress of the project here. -
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