Stories from the archives.
I’ve always felt a little strange.
I have embraced my individuality more, as I’ve gotten older. I’m closing in on my mid-twenties now, that age tends to have that affect; its easier to embrace the weird things, quirks, about yourself, or so I’m finding.
Specifially, in this context, I have always felt a little strange due of my tendency to remember tiny little things about people, things said in passing, probably forgotten.
But I never forget.
They repeat these little things, anecdotes, and I act surprised. Play along with the “wow, really?” They forgot they’ve already told me, and I follow.
Why should I remember these things, when they don’t? Do we both know we’ve had this conversation before--or is it all a lie to us both?
These little things pop into my head, from time to time. They tend to linger.
Sometimes it is memories from people I still talk to often, other times from people far gone, friendships moved on, but still dear.
I’ve decided to remember some of these moments, stories, little anecdontes and honest, drunken rants-- and use it as inspiration. For characters, short stories, whatever strikes me and stays.
As I work through that, I’ve decided to post them here.
I’ve been here before. I get this idea, this concept, and I feel as though it will help me write more again. Then life happens, and I tend not to keep up with it. I’m hoping this time, it sticks.
If this strikes your interest, please comment, share, let me know--encouragement helps, as all you fellow writers know, we all love validation, even though we often claim not to.
See you soon, I hope.