My novel
There are many things I've started in my life. Many things lay unfinished on the floor of my feeble mind, little snippets scattered about as if by a capricious wind. About 20 years ago, I rediscovered one of those unfinished things. My novel. But why am I bringing this up now? Y'all are going to think I'm making this up. The story was that of a man who was trying to put his life back together after the girl of his dreams broke his heart. When I started writing it, I do not know. Obviously, I wrote it after a heartbreak, but which one? I was in the loft of my downtown apartment when I discovered it, got angry with it, and threw it away. It was written on large sheets of yellow legal paper ( I started writing on legal paper when I was in high school) , and I was about 30 pages deep in it. I wish I had kept that truncated story. It would have been a valuable clue to understanding what went wrong in those early years. It could have stood as a time capsule of sorts. Or I...