In two weeks I have to present a new story to my Short Fiction class. I was halfway through a first draft of a story when I realized that there was no story in my story.
Sometimes trying to find a story is like being on the hunt for the elusive Nebraskan white-billed finch. You put on your rubber highwaters, and your camo hat, you've got your binoculars hanging around your neck, and you've got the bird-call-kazoo almost permanently attached to your lips, as you try to trample quietly through the reeds of the low waterlands, stalking the ultimate sighting... your story.
Come to me story! Don't you hear my call!
Stooooorrrrryyyyy!
Stooooorrrrryyyyy!
Friday, May 19, 2006
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