So, ages ago I was writing this story on a private blog to which about five of you were subscribed. Those five people, who had gotten all caught up in the story, were really really nice about the fact that I don't write in a straightforward, linear, "gotta finish Book Seven before the fans start camping out in the kitchen" kind of way. That is, I am not (your favorite author of addictive fiction series here) -- which, I guess, is why, whatever name you inserted in the favorite author of addictive fiction series blank, it probably wasn't mine. Or . . . something. What was I saying?
Oh, right. I was saying that ages ago I was writing this story, but then I didn't know what was supposed to happen next, so I stopped. I put it on pause until such time as I did know what was supposed to happen next. Of course, wouldn't you know that a year or more would elapse, during which time I found out all kinds of poems that needed writing, and some non-fiction articles, too, and also I did some home education all day every day, but I didn't know what happened next in this story.
Until last night, as I was lying in bed trying to fall asleep. A little window opened in my mind, and I saw . . . well, about three hours' worth of action and interaction which advances the story a few painstaking inches forward and also casts what has happened heretofore in such a light that I had to go back and adjust some things, so that they would represent what really happened and not what I thought happened, back when I couldn't see quite so far.
And so it goes. I really wish I had a better working method for fiction writing than "run until a wall looms up, hit it, and fall down," but I don't. Anyway, here is the new, improved, expanded, but still unfinished story:
For a limited time I'll open up access to the story blog, so you don't have to subscribe. Not that subscribing costs you anything, but it's kind of a headache, especially when the story you've subscribed to dries up for, say, two years. Anyway, enjoy or whatever.