“I was born in the city of Bombay… once upon a time”
This first-liner comes from Salman Rushdie’s novel Midnight’s Children, a book I’ve not read yet but would like to soon.
Another benefit of cranking out stories a such a rapid rate is that I’m learning things about myself as a writer. For example, many of the problems in my stories focus on death or illness. I tend to use children a lot, even if it’s not a kid’s story–I also tend to write exotic animals into my stories, though not so much lately.
And though I recognize that I keep circling the same core issues and subjects, I don’t seem to be able to do anything about it. Thus, today’s story does incorporate illness. And a kid. But nobody dies. Hooray!
Hope you enjoy this one!