Anyway, where was I?
With that mindset, I wrote a story called, "He's Got The Whole World In His Hands," a light fantastical piece that put me to the test of touching the senses. I wanted smells, touch, sight. sound, and even a suggestion of taste, to pop with real resonance. Not sure if I succeeded, but at least it worked my brain in a good way, got me to think more about this kind of thing. Recently, I took that story, and, knowing it needed something more, just a wee bit of something to really drive it through the finale, I tweaked it, added a little bit, just enough, to give it what I think is the edge to put it over the top in the proper way.
Because of my Italian connections--my girlfriend, Alessandra, is Italian, and I know many of the poets/writers as an extension of that--I found a home for the story on the Italian website, Etemenanki/Terranullius, run by Marco Lupo, an excellent poet and now, from what Alessandra has witnessed, a playwright of real potency; I hope to see one of his plays at some point, preferably when I know the language better, of course.
Here's the link to the story, just under 2000 words of me working the words in a quirky way, something different from my usual but, then again, what is my usual? Hmmm...