A few weeks ago, an idea for a novel came to me in a burst. No sooner had I fully corralled “the burst” than I realized my brainstorm would be better off as a novelette. Upon further review, I took into account that I was about to get back my edits from Night to Dawn for a sequel I submitted several weeks ago; I’m critiquing and editing a sci-fi novel for a colleague; along with Kathy, I was nursing a family member (our dog, Rocky) in decline, and undertaking some home improvement projects. I needed an ambitious writing project like I needed a hold in my head, and bald men tend not to look too spiffy with cranial imperfections. And thus my “burst” ended up as a short story on my Essays Page, a place I reserve for stories involving romantic and universal love. This latest entry diverges somewhat, as it’s a story based on love between twin siblings—a boy and a girl in their late teens. It’s called My Immortal. I don’t mind critiques: let me know if it moved you or why it didn’t. Thank you.
Whittled Down to Perfection… or not
5 responses to “Whittled Down to Perfection… or not”
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I am a little concerned. Did Harold sacrifice himself or was there an accident? If an accident, it’s sad. If it was sacrifice, there is no greater gift than to lay one’s life down for another, to give that other a chance for a longer life.
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I’m sobbing. This is an incredible and touching story. I’m actually shaking as I type this.
Please don’t ever stop writing and sharing. Your pieces are home runs – all of them! ❤️
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Thank you, Kiki; your words are kind and generous and make me happy that I kept “My Immortal” as a short story.
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