Um, I uh, just finished another short story. Shh, don’t tell too many people; it’s unedited (a sin for which my highly educated and exceptionally gifted writer of a daughter may never forgive me). But I decided, why not? This blog is really a sandbox for me. And of course, some of you pick up your shovels and toy cars and join me in the sandbox from time to time; giving me ideas, encouragement, or even a simple Facebook “like”. So even though the story is unedited (apart from my own eyes), I’m sharing it with you.
But first, let me give you a little background. A couple of weeks ago another idea came to me in a dream for a story. I’m told this is quite common for writers. But this isn’t common for me. I have snippets of ideas in dreams sometimes, but few as formed as this one was. When I woke in the morning, the idea was still with me so I jotted some notes on the notepad app on my phone. Then I let it stew for a bit. I hadn’t gone back to my writing desk for more than an hour or so at a time for more than four months. No particular reason. Just life. Stuff. You know. But once I started writing this story, the whole thing just tumbled out in a few days.
I know what tipped me back towards the keyboard again. I had just finished reading “The Age of Desire” by Jennie Fields, about the life of the author Edith Wharton. This was a book club pick. And as I read, I was struck by how determined Edith Wharton was to write every day, even when drama and trauma swirled around her. So with that in mind, and the gift of an idea from a dream, I headed back to my writing room (Thank you husband Tony for allowing me to take over our daughter’s old room, even though months have gone by when you could have put it to other use and I barely set foot in it).
And when I sat down to write, this little story came out. I got even more excited about it when on about day four of writing, I had lunch with a coworker who also likes to write. We hadn’t been out together for months. It was a real treat to sit down with a fellow would-be-author and share ideas. I told her about the story, and she was genuinely interested. She told me about an idea she had, and I’m hoping she’ll put it to paper one day soon. She said she’s never written a short story and asked why I did (she’s written novels). I told her the answer was simple; because it wasn’t enough of an idea for a novel. Some ideas just get wrapped up more quickly than others. This story is like that.
So without further ado, I share with you “The Subway Girl Incident.” If you like it, maybe you’d let me know what you like. If you think it could be improved, I’m open to hearing that too, and how you think it could be improved. After all, this is my sandbox and I’m thoroughly enjoying building stuff up, knocking it down, and building it again in new and interesting ways. Because the fun isn’t always in the finished product; sometimes it’s in the getting there.