I took a walk to get Annie some food from the pet store, came back home, and wrote 2800 words.
Fiction. I guess.
I imagined myself as an old man in the hospital being visited by my adult children who have children of their own.
I can’t say exactly where the inspiration came from. I didn’t have a dream about this. Couldn’t tell you why I was so into the idea of it (or maybe I do exactly that later in this post but I don’t edit out this paragraph for some reason).
I wrote for six hours. I got home from the walk, and I haven’t even showered yet.
I literally laid on the floor with my iPhone on yoga mat.
One idea — actually probably the only idea that spurred this — was that while I was walking I started thinking again about the idea of us dying and coming back as other animals. I have this idea about recycling souls. It’s baseless. But I like the idea of it.
So from that, I started thinking of a scenario where that idea could be used to help a child understand someone passing away. I painted a picture. I used my own life to imagine characteristics about my adult children.
It’s not true to say I don’t know why I wrote it. I wrote it because I enjoyed it.
Something else I thought about when I was walking – it’s kind of like being in the shower you are thinking done when you’re out there — that maybe the time, research, preparation, and general love that I put into stories on my Mike Writing are wasted on a blog.
I don’t know. But I’ve been drafting two eBooks that I will put out at least one of the two for free. And I might have gotten the idea from someone on a podcast who suggested that it as a way to grow your readership.
I like the idea. I do have to do a little more research on how that process goes, but I’m bought in.
I don’t want to stop writing. I’ve got books to write. I’m not going to stop, but I think I need to adjust my expectations for what Mike Writing.com is. Or I just need to make it something else. Ya know? Pivot.
But yeah it was really fun writing this random 2800-word that imagines my future.
It’s not public. I’m calling it “Maybe I’ll Come Back as a Bird”.