My writing class has been on hiatus: our last summer class was August 15. We start next Monday for a 10-session class called Phiction Writing--fiction inspired by photographs.
I told myself that I would continue to write during the break. Then I didn't. I wrote in my journal five times and wrote 12 blogposts (this will be 13) but not what I intended.
Last night I was sitting here watching the Mets lose (boo) I suddenly imagined/heard a conversation between two men and wrote it down. It's 263 words of dialogue between a musician and a reporter.
Is it a short short story? I don't know.
Is it part of something longer? I don't know.
I'm just glad I wrote something.
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