A Spec in Time Series

I did something completely different this month. I wrote a quick short story. It took me longer to post it into the Kindle Vella program than it did to write it. Okay, not really but it sure did feel like it.  I know nothing of this program, it seems like a good spot to put a short. I would never want to try to put a novel on it.  But if you want to read it – Click Here – most of it is free but the last eight chapters you’ll have to buy tokens for. Not sure of this craziness. My best guess is this means I will make 16 cents for everyone who reads all the way through.  Another way you can read the whole thing is to join my Patreon page – Click Here – to help keep me in tea and thinking.

I have to do things like a short every now and again. Some are even on my basic A Spec in Time web page. But this one clocked in at over 15 thousand words. I was not expecting that when I started. I was thinking more like 5 thousand, but that is how it goes.  Though done for now, it is still, what I would think of, as a rough draft. It could even become its own novel someday. But I can’t do that now, Spec would take my head.

For the first time in a long time, I’m actually feeling like I want to keep my head attached to my body. There are changes afloat. Nothing for sure, that is certain, but there is a change in the shuffle of the universe. It makes me cry and it makes me hopeful. It is digging up so much shit I had buried years and years ago. It is most certainly not comfortable. There is a possibility of peace on the horizon, although the land ahead is very flat. The point is, maybe holding out for so long on this planet has a purpose.

Feeling safe is important to me. It is not something I had much of as a child. Peace is something I feel as if I’m still trying to define. I know that many others out there had a similar upbringing. That is how our shrinks make money, after all. Our stories are slightly different, yet the outcome of living means we all need to feel somewhat safe. It’s what Spec is looking for. It’s what we mere peeps are looking for. Will we find it? Does it even truly exist in this world, or any others out there? I guess these types of existential questions are the reason for writing.