I’ve had this idea for an autobiographical piece for awhile and I’ve been trying to develop it. Yet as soon as I think I have a handle on it, things spiral in other directions. And in the end, I feel like there isn’t so much a story as there is a catalogue of details. I also worry that the tone will start to sound like a teenager complaining about his parents. Lastly, I’m not sure I want to deal with the potential personal ramifications of doing this story.
Given all that, I’ve decided to stop working on “Someone to Watch Over Me” and sit on it awhile. But here are the first two pages that were completed.
This story isn’t necessarily dead, just this version is. I have many works that I had an idea for one year and got around to many years later, such as “Icarus.” Or I completely gave up on several times, but then finally moved forward on, such as Lounger. So we’ll see.