Last night I had a helluva time falling asleep. I think it was because I ate a chocolate cookie…very chocolate…too late. But it was also because I was reading a short story by Alice Munro.
I started to think about stories again. When I put out the light to try to force myself to sleep, I could only think of ss ideas.
I don’t know what it means. I’m not saying I’m going to write any, but something is happening. I’ve noticed my ears are perking up when other people are having conversations.
Writing a ss is not a huge commitment the way a novel is. On the other hand I’ve always felt writing one was wasting time. I have to do something about this idea. This way of thinking.