How can there be so much: Letter upon completion of "You Write a Story"

Saturday 11/22/25

As it says. From the earliest hours of this morning.

This is now done after a couple months' of work on it. Physics defying. How can there be so much in so few words? But as I wrote on the blog recently, word counts are like years; they aren't necessarily an indication of anything, depending on what you're doing. 

Then one day you’re just gone, which is different than no longer here.    

I'm giving things a hard push. A last push? I don't know. But if it is, I want to know I left everything out on the ice. What that means in the immediate here and now is that I will be writing and finishing more things than ever. Do you know why you see so many spider webs in autumn? It's because the spiders are using up what they have--getting it all out there--before they are no more. I don't really have the option to get any of it out there. That's not how any of this works. All I can do now is create and complete. Expect to see "You're Probably Just Tired"--an anthem in story form for these times--very soon. It is not 141 words long like this one is.