...when a plan comes together.
I love it when a plan comes together - especially when it wasn't planned. For the past year, I've had this short story about Doreen Sharp and Simon Catherwood floating around, looking for a home in a magazine or journal somewhere. I like the story. My thinking has been that if it doesn't eventually land in print, I might tuck it into my next short story collection, should I live so long.
Rummaging through the endless-story files (They don't go on forever; I just haven't figured out how to end them), I came across a couple of fragments with hopeful beginnings and clueless middles about two characters bearing strong resemblance to Doreen and Simon. Looking at them side by side, I could see where they were all going and how they could fit together in a sort of mini-trilogy, and still fall within the upper limits of short story.
This little project might suffice to keep me occupied while I wait for Editor to fire her next volley over the Slick Rock Creek manuscript.