I took down that short story I posted here a few days ago. If it weren’t for AI bots my little corner of the internet tubes would hardly get any notice anyway and that story was a pretty gruesome one about a pretty ugly crime spree that I wanted to bring a measure of justice too, if only in a fictional way. I’m not sure I want people seeing that side of me creatively. My Skywatcher stories sure, and the blog posts I put up here. At some point I want to start serializing this “ghost” story I’ve been working on for nearly two decades. But the real crime stories I’m uncertain about. I think they’re good, but that’s a side of me I’m not completely comfortable with artistically. I reckon horror story writers don’t really care what anyone sees inside of them or they just think it’s fun, but I do. I might put that one and some others in that series in their own fiction page on my website later.

These past few days another one such story has come to mind that I’m been refining…in my daydreams not on paper…but it’s one I could not possibly show to anyone while I’m still alive. It’s not even about a real crime, but a fictional one that I read many years ago, and which is to this day the only book I’ve ever thrown across the room and torn to bits after I finished it. I have this powerful reflex against damaging books that got put into me when I saw footage of the fascist book burnings in grade school, and for that particular book to overrule that still gives me the creeps to remember.

That particular author is popular in some circles, and his magnum opus has been made into multi-million dollar Hollywood blockbusters. But even his diehard fans can’t figure out how to bring That particular book to the screen without getting the stench of it all over them too. Last I heard some filmmakers were trying to find a convincing way to rewrite the ending. Hahahahaha…

I had occasion to remember it again recently and a better way of ending that story came to mind. But there is too much about My version of that story that is politically incorrect so I won’t be able to share it while I’m still alive and breathing. Maybe I’ll stick in in one of those literary archives, Not To Be Opened for a certain term, like Arthur C. Clarke did a bunch of his stories and essays apparently. Boy I’d love to read whatever Those were, but I’d have to live to 105 and I don’t think that’s in the cards.

If you missed it, sorry to vaguebook about it. But we’re all disengaging from social media anyway so what does it matter? Anyway…I took the story down.