Lower the line

Saturday 10/26/19

See this?

That's called a split-shot sinker. For fishing. It's just a little piece of lead, with a closable opening. This morning, I wanted to see if I could compose an entire short story about a split-shot sinker. Not just a story as in, "I did it," but a work of art, as strong as anything I have ever created. I think it is pretty clear now that, even for me, this is some new kind of place I have come to as an artist, and I'm doing a little further mapping.

Turns out I could do it, on both accounts. I didn't have any doubts. I just had to do it.

What that also means is I composed six full short stories this week. Five the week before this one, four the week before that. It was three weeks ago, come tomorrow, that I wrote "Jute." That seems like forever ago. It does not seem possible that that could have been in October.