Today, and almost completely by accident, I wrote a short story. My goal was to write fiction for ten minutes, what I thought would be the beginning of a short story. Ten minutes quickly turned into and hour and twenty minutes. The beginning was slow and clunky but the words poured from my fingers by the end. The experience was exhilarating.

I’m certain a seasoned writer or college professor would rip Mr. Brown’s Apples to shreds. I don’t care. This story isn’t about being good, but about the doing. Soon, I’ll join a writers group, where I’ll share my writing. In that forum, I expect to be sharpened and pushed. Today was about starting the next phase of my writing history: fiction.

So, from here on out and in addition to poems and blog posts, I will publish short stories.