How’s your week been so far? Things have been good. I’m still a little run down, and my throat is doing confusing flip-flops from sore to not at odd moments, but other that that, things are getting better–much more than a week or two ago, for sure.
And I’m glad to be here on the first day of the month, too.
Anyway, let’s get to it.
The weekly shopping trip has been switched to Wednesday, effectively cutting out the Sunday paper (and comics and crossword) for good.
Anyway, near the end of the trip (well, two stores from the end), I noticed something interesting at the light right before a left turn.
It was a shoe. A right shoe. Black mostly, with laces. Looked like it was still tied, sole facing down like normal, but with nobody’s foot in it.
And I don’t know who the shoe belonged to…I probably never will. It is one of the strangest things I’ve seen on the road, however.
That’s why I write fiction–I like to see the end of the story. There’s something about resolution of a problem or issue or question that’s satisfying to me (and probably for most of the human race too–I can’t say, I haven’t met them all yet).
There are times in my own life (and there will be in yours too, if it hasn’t happened a thousand times already) that you won’t get the ending you *should* have or *think* you should have gotten. You may not get closure, things may end badly for you, or what-have-ya.
Point is, you’ll want to be sure not to do that to your characters, readers, or prospects.
Confused readers stop reading. They’ll ride the coaster with you anywhere, as long as they know (or you assure them) that they can safely get off at the end, with no issues.
Until next time,