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Thoughts On Fiction Writing: Are We Running Out of Ideas?

The past year has kept me busy.

I've been plotting, drafting and writing a few short stories that will hopefully find their way between the covers of a freshly minted, self-published compilation.
The whole experience is clunky. I think that's the professional term to use. From scribbling down a thought for the few minutes out of any given day that I'm able to scrounge up, to calculating the cost of publishing things myself, the whole thing is about as pleasant as chewing 3 penny nails.
While my first drafts take the time to proof in a warm and dry spot, I thought I would seize upon the opportunity to write about something that didn't have to do with vampires who want to kill each other or an ill-conceived romp to the moon where some ancient squabbles are still being fought in secret, or woodland creatures escaping persecution from a brutal and indifferent caste system.

You know... normal stuff.

Today was all about remembering what it was like to talk about something o…
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