I started this one when I was still in high school. In the years that followed, it grew into a short novel and kept getting longer.
I'd be embarrassed to have anyone read the full manuscript now, so it remains hidden away. But I'm glad I didn't simply burn it.
At some point I remembered that a friend said he really liked the chapter at the lake. So I took another look. It had potential.
The result is "Don't Stop Now" (first published in Hobart and now part of my story collection, Precarious).
I think of it as the Reader's Digest version of that first failed novel — a 342-page manuscript condensed to just 6 pages.
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After reading this, there is that familiar tugging in the lower part of my stomach and a longing for those days. I am surprised at the tears welling up in my eyes thinking about wasted moments and relationships that never were.
I know the feeling well.
Well said. Thank you.
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