Swimming Scene, 2014

One of my short stories has been included in the Haunted Passages series at Heavy Feather Review. It’s called “The Diver,” and it began with a fragment from a dream, as many stories do. In this case, it was the half-remembered image of a woman grinning as she plunged into a shallow industrial canal. This scene gradually became the backstory for a character in the novel I’ve been writing and rewriting for the past five years, and I’ve rewired it into a short piece that I hope stands on its own.

Lately I’ve been torn between the possibilities of fiction—and the mental reprieve it affords—versus my compulsion to record each day’s events and thoughts in this journal. I’d like to find a way to synthesize these energies. Seems like this should be possible, given that each day’s headlines read more and more like a crummy novel.

Each night in 2020 I wrote a short post for a series called Notes From the End of a World because I want to etch these times into my memory before I forget them. Before the world changes completely.