Many, many years ago on a cross-country trip with a friend, there were some interesting adventures. Some good, some not so good, but looking back, it’s easier to just say they were adventures.
Years later I wrote a humorously creepy blog post based on one of those adventures. That particular post got a lot of attention.
The one thing I heard over and over again was: “You should write this into a longer story!”
And so I did. The story was written, and it turned into quite a piece, a short novel, really.
Here’s where the tale gets a little icky, and I’m going to leave the ugly details out of it. Let’s just say, for a variety of reasons, the little novel died a quiet death. It sat in some electronic vault, gathering virtual dust. Forgotten. Abandoned.
And then it happened.
Like taking a trip to the attic and reliving old memories. When the cobwebs were cleared away and the dust blown off, there the story sat.
It wasn’t dead, merely sleeping. Taking a very long nap.
There’s more to this tale, but it’s not quite ready to tell yet.