Scribblingly Ever Afterwards
Sometimes stories jump out at you out of the clear blue sky, demanding to be written. Sometimes they're only a whisper that wants you to write it out, and other times they simply and suddenly Are. Sometimes they even type themselves out in your mind, as if you're reading a book... Some are a single paragraph, content to stay that way, while others direct a stream of words at you until they are a full chapter, and only stop there for lack of time to be written. And whichever way they come to be, they tend to be so alive that you know the contents of their very attics and deepest thoughts in that one brief instant in which they happen to you. You don't know HOW you know them, but it seems to you that you must always have. They have only waited until just now to introduce themselves. These are what I call Story Thoughts. Sometimes they happen several times a day. Other times I'll go weeks without having one. But I have taken to writing them down as they come along, and as...
