My head is a very strange place as most of you have figured out by now but I feel it is my duty to warn the world with a more in-depth explanation of how my short stories come to be. Using a few analogies that I have chosen I hope I will get my point across in an appropriate way...
Like the pregnancy of the Alpine Salamander my process is long and tiresome. The story forms much like a fetus, starting out small and slimy, slowly growing into a separate and recognizable being. As the infant story develops, a pressure forms deep behind my forehead, an itch I can't scratch, reminding me it needs to be nurtured in order for it to live. After a period of time ranging from hours to weeks the final stages of the story come upon me suddenly and without warning and my time of mothering ends when the story bursts through like a pimple on the face of my mind. The words crawl out of their imaginary cocoon, onto the paper and for the first time the full image of the story is visible. It is now ready to be filed away in my blog to entertain, amuse or otherwise stir emotions in the mind of you, the reader.
Like the pregnancy of the Alpine Salamander my process is long and tiresome. The story forms much like a fetus, starting out small and slimy, slowly growing into a separate and recognizable being. As the infant story develops, a pressure forms deep behind my forehead, an itch I can't scratch, reminding me it needs to be nurtured in order for it to live. After a period of time ranging from hours to weeks the final stages of the story come upon me suddenly and without warning and my time of mothering ends when the story bursts through like a pimple on the face of my mind. The words crawl out of their imaginary cocoon, onto the paper and for the first time the full image of the story is visible. It is now ready to be filed away in my blog to entertain, amuse or otherwise stir emotions in the mind of you, the reader.
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