In my slow, slow, slow writing life I actually crunched down and completed a resolution. A resolution I unofficially made to myself in 2011. I was finishing my senior year of high school and sitting in my Bible Study class. We were sitting in a circle and had to say how the class had changed our lives; or what we aspired to do after the class was over. Ever since I did a presentation on anarchy in my sophomore sociology class a lot of rumors spread that I was a violent anarchist. By the time late junior year came along I rolled with it for anyone who still believed it. I am a registered Democrat. At any rate, I said the class made my stress go away the second I walked in, and I was now striving for my stories to become less violent. It was rather cringe worthy, looking back on it, but my classmates and teacher cheered me on.
This year I completed my penultimate, nonviolent story with Nice Albert. It’s a simple story about a man trying to accept that fate is haunting him, and his attempt (or lack of attempt) to escape. I also initially finished Owl People of Winnie County, but while writing this post I found that the last pages of the story disappeared. I cannot find it anywhere in any of my documents or Dropbox. At least I knew where it ended… It will not be difficult at all to recreate. Hell folks, 2016 really did suck... sometimes. Let’s just try to forget about everything bad that happened huh? There was still a lot of good.