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The Story Behind the Story

I feel kind of like a magician revealing the secrets, but as a reader I have always wanted to know how authors come up with their stories and get from beginning to end.  Chicago, was a particularly trying story for … Continue reading

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Chicago

Just in case you haven’t read the thing, here’s the entire story in one piece… CHICAGO, An Unusual Love Story I called her Chicago because that was the only name I had for her. She sat down at the bar … Continue reading

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Chicago — Part Four

Part one.  Part two.  Part three. “Who me?” I shrugged and pretended to wipe a piece of lint off my shirt. “Never.” We presented ourselves to Rabbi Saltzman. The pinch hitter sent up by the Padres to hit for their … Continue reading

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Chicago — Part Three

Part one.   Part two. Chicago stood up and stepped away from her bar stool, tugging and straightening her skirt. “Come here,” she said, beckoning me with a finger, the twinkle in her eye aflame. I stood and approached her. “Closer,” … Continue reading

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Chicago — Part Two

Part one. Thing #1. I worked in compliance for a tech company in Seattle. I had some options if things worked out, as they seemed to be, in a little over a year, when those options vested, I’d be the … Continue reading

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Chicago, An Unusual Love Story (Part One)

There’s this unwritten but somewhat formal rule about the length of posts.  It’s kind of like the old line from the movie The Big Chill, in which Jeff Goldblum plays a writer for People magazine and acknowledges that one of … Continue reading

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Chicago — A Different Take

As I struggle with my writing, my unusual love story has taken its time.  It has grown since that posted sample.  To something beyond 3,000 words and the place where a critical decision must be made.  I’ve struggled over the … Continue reading

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