I finished (well, as much as I ever finish) the story I was pontificating about yesterday.
The problem with talking about things is that I leave the conversation wondering why I make such a big deal out of…whatever. Now I feel this story has an impossible burden placed upon it.
At this point I don’t even think I can tell you what the story is actually about.
Why did this story even occur to me? Hey, where do these ideas come from anyway?
Oh well. I’ve got lots of other stories to work on.