Even when it gets wall-punching or wineglass-throwing bad I’ll think how things we’re screaming would sound in a story. Or as story titles. “Just Tell Me What You Want Me to Do Right Now.” But the point of course is to finish the fight or conversation with some kind of better flow than what started it. Forgetting stories is another way of remembering. Eventually the blood pressure goes back down and you start cleaning the walls. Later it’s nighttime. A glass of vodka cranberry on the front stairs. Your daughter pointing out the frogs on the wall. You don’t think of lines or titles then. None of the short stories you want to write could be as strange or real as the frogs or what’s actually happening to you right now.
I want to write short stories
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Been there brutha! (well, not the frog and daughter part.) Loved this post.
I totally hate those moments. They stay with me for a long, long time.
Powerful, David. This is going to sound really vain and awful, but sometimes in those terrible moments, or right afterwards, I try to pretend I’m reading it all in a biography way down the line in which all of it has fallen into place and become part of some natural holistic development. Doesn’t usually make it a great deal better…but sometimes it takes the sting out for a bit.