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I find words. I carry words inside myself. Secret words. Words I am bundling with other words. Trying to capture a feeling. A color. A flash of inspiration or fear. Catching something real.
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I write to deliver payloads. I hope to inspire, enlighten, or illuminate something funny you haven’t thought about. A ton of things you’d never otherwise think about. And this, then, book, here, is a manifestation of my obsession. Words. Stories. Funny situations. Tragedy. Whatever I’m going through, you can bet I’m trying to capture it somewhere.
I use short stories like diving boards. Start the story. Heat up the premise. Are you willing to climb the 27 steps to the top of the high dive? Hanging out over the edge? Looking down?
A story will find resolution in no resolution. The reader will have to make it up. For the story that wants to grow into a novel or something else, there will always be lingering ideas. The next right action hanging around in my head, wanting to play out in the cast of characters assembled.
I write. I breathe. I write some more. And today, I sleep. Rest is really important as you age. Your mind is the most complex part of the human body, we’ve got to take good care of it, inside and outside. What we feed it intellectually, nutritionally, and spiritually. If you’re merely tiktoking your days away, well, there’s not going to be much left behind for you to enjoy, resolve, swim in the memories of yesterday. Just, don’t die. Ever.
I write to make sure my ideas never die. Will they be read by anyone? No telling. I’m doing what I can to influence that. In the library of congress, thiry years from now, I want another 30 books to be in my canon. Loosen the words, we’ve got another book to put in the library I’m spinning out for you as fast as I can.
I write to convey. I write to show you. I write to give voice to the things I am too afraid to say in real life. Except, I’m getting a lot better, having written them down, in knowing what I am willing to fight about, and what I am willing to let flow under the bridge like a fall New England spring, cold, brash, sparkly, and hopeful.
If anything, I intend to convey hope. Even when the story is unresolved by me, my hope is you can resolve it inside yourself. That’s the part of the process I need you for: to read.
Thank you.
