Interruption of thoughts:

I need to create a short story. Something warm and itchy like my favorite linty sweater. My ultimate goal is to write something memorable with airy, feathered characters. Characters that get me anthologized, that don’t win a prize, but instead get read by some sixteen-year-old kid skateboarding through the circled, paved cement ground, philosophizing about my off-the-page life while smoking cigarettes (probably the herbal kind) and eating mushed Twinkies from an old paper bag. Maybe I’m being nomadic or vain. I have a better chance of people finding my book in the bargain bin at the local bookstore.

I like writing about everything, but I haven’t mastered yet the ability to write a short story. So many questions: What to put in, what to leave out? One, two, three-page fictional accounts of my life as a writer, paraded across glossy magazines with formulaic fluff as my odyssey. Of course, I’m too modest. I’d rather not write stories focused more on naming every <favorite curse word> Russian revolutionary of the twentieth century. And guess what? I can’t name any. Don’t ask me. Don’t know any. However, if I was glossy magazine writer, I could tell you their life story in five easy steps, but I wont. Based on writing down my thoughts and feelings helps me to see what I want to see.