This section
contains what I call short stories. They may not be short
stories by anybody's definition but mine. After studying
numerous texts and how-to's about the art and craft of
short-story writing, and trying and failing to apply and
make sense of all the nonsense, I finally just threw the
rules out the window. My method is messier than the
textbooks prescribe. I begin with whatever sparks the story
idea--a character, a setting, a situation, a snippet of
conversation--and I keep writing and massaging and changing
until something in my heart or brain says that I am
finished. When it feels right, I stop. Not a very precise
definition or method, but it takes a lot of the anxiety out
of writing stories.
Some of these stories are all fiction, and some are not.
I am finished with some, and I am still tinkering with
others. Some are better than others, but they all seemed
worthwhile at the time I was writing them.
The Crowd
The Great October Possum Massacre
The Shooter
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