La Vie Boheme

I'm finally working on the

I'm finally working on the short story that's essentially about my mom's childhood--and there's a problem. Can you guess? Of course you can.

It doesn't want to be a short story.

Right now, I'm refusing to let it be anything more. I'm trying to pick one of the myriad of ideas I have so I can narrow it down to a story for now. The rest I'll write down and put away for later, much later.

This is another of those novels I'm not ready to write yet. In fact, before I'm ready to write this one, I need to not only do more family research, I need to go see the house in Goose Creek. Assuming it's still there. I need to be older. This makes two novels I'm not old enough to write. Grar.