In my June 3rd posting on this subject, I mentioned that my writing is far removed from real life. Mobsters, spies, con-men, Pinkerton detectives, extortionists ... not me, no way. But then, once in awhile, real life - even mine - provides material for a story.
This spring, an envelope from 49 years ago came into my hands. It was unopened, addressed in a kindergartener's scraggly handwriting - my own. What could be inside? Why was it never opened?
I wrote a story about it that speculated on its journey. When I read it to my Thursday critique group, the response was so positive that I polished it up and submitted it to a local senior newspaper: Northwest Prime Time. Within hours I received a "Yes" - they'd like to print it, assuming the month's layout will allow it. If it makes the issue, it'll be my second non-fiction item published.That's non-fiction 2, fiction 0. Hmmm ... not a lot of progress for a determined fiction writer.
Anyway, what was in the envelope? Ahhh ... stay tuned for the story's publication announcement.
