Friends and strangers! I have been working very hard here in my little wooden shack, with the rain pouring down outside, or not, and just this very moment I finally have something to show for it- a finished story! Finished as in polished, no holes anywhere, done and complete, not a single word I would change for any other word, no matter how many times I look over it. Finished, finished, finished! I do not know if you realize how remarkable this is. Polishing my stories is not something that I have ever had the patience for, hence the reason I have a blog as opposed to chunks of things that might actually be marketable. And what does this all mean? Am I gaining some sort of newfound focus, this cold damp november? Has is come suddenly with the passing of time? With age? From where did it arrive? Unanswerable questions! But for now, I have the story for you. As you read it you will notice, I think, how complete it is, how it tumbles along like a soccer ball in a patch of newly-cut grass, closed, complete. You may have read it before but I promise, it is much better now. And I’ve also changed it to the third person, to make it seem more story-like, and less of a personal narrative. Yay for today, and for rounded, finished things! The first day of the rest of my literary life!