It’s 3;30am. Do you know where your story is?
That was the very literate question that appeared in my mind, as I lay vertically, eyes wide open. Why did I not make a draft?
Why did I hit the DELETE button in the DANGER ZONE?
Yes, in fact, I had stared at that dangerous looking red button for a few seconds. Considered the options and ramifications of it all going south and when I finally clicked it was like pachinko in my head.
It had taken three weeks to write this last article, called The Long Game. Sometimes, stories come out gleaming, full of promise and intriguing. Other times it’s like waking up from a dream, which seems to hold the key to Life, you scribble it down, pass back out, and in the morning it’s incomprehensible.
That was this story. But, I had liked the supernatural premise enough that I kept rewriting, editing, and feeling the flow of its focus change with each day. My wife had read it just a few days ago, with barely a reaction. “Well,” she yawned, “keep going.”