I am trying to convince myself I can write more than non-fiction. The thing is I like non-fiction. So why worry about it? I am not sure I know. The best answer I have is that I like stories. Novels mostly. I write what I think are short stories because, well, they are short. But short doesn’t rhyme with easy.
In the end, I promised myself to forget about short or long, and label it fiction. My fiction ideas come from experiences or readings. One of my favorite stories, long in progress, is about a fat man jogging, an actual experience.
I have thought about saying instead hefty man jogging, or sturdy man jogging, which he was, but he was Vince Wilfork big. Vince Wilfork plays for the New England Patriots. I would not walk up to Mr. Wilfork and call him fat. This is what I don’t like about my title.
Ann Bernays and Pamela Painter in their book What If ask writers to make a list of what precedes page one. Maybe this idea of different or other is what precedes the story. It maybe is a story about other. Those I perceive as different in my life to whom I have made myself standoffish. Other than this other idea, I am drawing blanks on a list.
Today I am going to work more on what precedes page one. If I get anywhere, I will post.