We were tonight, huddling from the cold: Sue, Dean, John T. and his buddy Stan, Don, Bob, Cathy, Lindsay, John L., eventually Ferne, and myself — Tomek. We started with, naturally, writing and stories, honing in on Dean’s recent spate of stories and chiding him for not finishing any. That launched us into a discussion on writing genres, why people run screaming from us, what a jerk Ginger Baker was, Hadrians’ Wall and the Battle of Teutoburg Forest, with the Battle of Lake Tresimene thrown in for good measure, Time Team, why the trains always ran on time in the Roman Republic (and Empire, with a side reference to Mel Brooks), the business applications of AI, Slovenian salamander brandy, failed acquisitions, a few failed attempts at describing corporate governance, and the nerdiness of analysts. Oh — and we finished by bathing in the brilliance of our waitress. As always, a good time was had by all.
The Corner Booth, Writing-(noun & verb)
I’ll have to check the rule book for verification, but you may be right. Still, at least take consolation that if we were whining about you not finishing stories, it’s because we enjoy your stories so much.
Ahem… Sir! I must needs take exception to the scurrilous implication that I don’t finish stories. Pfui. I finish loads of stories. Just not the long ones. Yet. There’s no rule that says a story has to be finished in the same spurt in which it began. My long stories are like kimchee, they gain flavor and substance when they’re buried in the garden to ferment.