Friday morning. August 21, 2015.
Have spent the last hour out here on the porch, writing a short story in my head. Got most of it done. Just need to put it down on paper. Seems like a pretty good one. It's about a widowed doctor who gets drawn into an anti-abortion terrorist ring by his late wife's grand-daughter and her boyfriend. (It's complicated.) There's a definite T.C. Boyle influence at work. Trouble is, I'm not certain it isn't something more than influence. The story's come to me so clear that I'm worried I'm not writing it, I'm remembering it. It's not my story. Probably not one of Boyle's. I’m pretty sure I’d recognize if it was. But could be someone else's I read or saw as a movie or on TV. This would be all I need. Publish my first short story in 20 years and then find out I'm a plagiarist.
Maybe I should just stick to blogging.