I only write about real things, well mostly. Sometimes I add a bit of magic here and there, mainly because I believe in magic so I suppose that is still a real thing. But other than that, I can’t make things up.
I am in awe of writers who make things up. Also of writers who write something big, like a book or something. I can only write about things that happen and keep it short. All my stories are short.
A friend asked me, “Why don’t you string them all together?” meaning all my short stories. It was a good question. It would make a book.
So that is my aim. You heard it hear first, as opposed to nowhere else.
Time for a song:
“Bosie, Oh Bosie
Oh Bosie, oh do
Bosie, Bosie, Bosie oh do,
Oh dear Bosie, oh Bosie oh do
Oh Bosie, Oh Bosie, Oh Bosie, oh do!”
The ending didn’t really come together. And without the tune it doesn’t really lift. Anyway …