bittersweet

On the bus, on the way here, I finished one of the stories Bob Arter and I were writing. I wrote long-hand which I rarely do anymore, but I loved the contemplative nature of doing it that way. Not the story I think we were intending but it's a good story. I rarely start a work without knowing the last line and though I thought I had that line, I actually found the true one in some general information Bob had shared.

I'm proud of the story. Happy that it's done and sad too that I finished "Soldier Boys" alone.