Well I seem to have plowed through the starter, main course and dessert at last! After Lent began, I promised myself to sketch, ink and scan one full page every day apart from weekends, and apart from one missed day which couldn’t really be helped, it provided me with the final impetus needed to complete this short story. It’s far more experimental than my previous ones, more of a “slice of life” story that is steeped in a sense of melancholy and uncertain longing; it is also far more ambiguous than any of my other works, and I want to leave the readers still asking questions after finishing the story. I’m not completely how it will be received yet. One of the biggest problems of being a writer of such a story is that after mulling the plot for too long, it all becomes so obvious to one, but the pieces may not quite fit together the same way for the reader.

Anyway I’m off to take a break and do something completely different for a while. Maybe wait until I find more inspiration before I begin my 5th (and final, for the Painting Stories novella) short story.