Last year (gosh it doesn’t seem that long ago) I started writing a novel. I got six chapters in and then decided to concentrate on my short stories instead.
I took another look at the novel a couple of days ago. It was quite a strange experience. It was a little like visiting an old friend. Only now time has caused a distancing of the relationship and I have had to get acquainted all over again. It took a little doing, I can tell you, but now I have another chapter and the old friend seems to have found a new direction in life since our last meeting. Of course, even now I feel the lure of the short story beckoning to me, but I have a quite a few rejections to work through, as yet, and much prefer it when all of my stories are out and about, rather than idling in my computer.