Thursday, October 19th, 2017
I don't feel quite up to writing a full story, so I'm going to write part of one and post it in the blog since it's not quite large enough to deserve it's own post. Without further ado:
It started when he came back from China.
At that time I was living at one of my father's one story in pretty bad part of the city. My father had gotten another house in the state where he moved to work, but I'd convinced him to hold off on selling, telling him that the area would probably be worth more in a few years.
I was working on my writing career, but nothing had happened yet. I'd finished my novel but hadn't sent it out, and all of the short stories that I'd sent in for submission had been summarily rejected. But it wasn't all bad. At least I had the place to myself and was working on what I loved.
That was when I received the text from my father.
Heads up. Darnell is moving back in.
I looked down at the text, confused. The last I'd heard of my younger brother, he'd been in China working. Apparently things hadn't gone well and now he was coming back.
As I read the text on my phone I heard a key turn in the old lock and saw the door open. There, standing slender and tall, was Darnell. My younger brother was incredibly skinny and about my height despite being two years my junior.
"Hello," he said in his slightly dopey tone, throwing a large and awkward gesture into the air as he pulled his bags inside. He was dressed neatly. In some way almost too neatly.
"Why are you back early?" I tried to ask it without any acid in my voice. The truth of it was that there was no love lost between my brother and I. While we usually managed to have some level of civility, I doubted that we could live together without any issues.
That's it for now.
Writing is like dipping your toes into ice cold pool water. At first you have to start small, getting yourself to do anything at all. Then you sort of slowly get back into the swing of things from there. If you're lucky you can get a good amount of momentum going and from that establish confidence in your ability to create good stories and finish them once you've started. Which of course gives you more confidence in starting even more stories. A pretty neat feedback loop.
That's all for now, folks. Keepin' it short, keepin' it real. I'll catch ya on the flip.
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