When a Good Story Goes Bad

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with a couple of new first lines to potential stories just before I went to bed and to a night of deep and peaceful sleep.</p><p id="9f13">I was resting well, happy with the knowledge that soon I would have two shiny, new stories to publish. My sleep did not last the entire night, however.</p><p id="29a3">A noise woke me before my alarm clock had the chance to do so. I had to go investigate.</p><p id="792e">I found one of my new stories going through my wallet, looking for who knows what. I was disappointed, to say the least.</p><p id="94ac">This does add a whole new dimension to my writing process. We have a protocol for when a story wrecks and needs some extra help, but we never even considered ending up with delinquents among our group.</p><p id="44a1">It was my desire to use my place as a ranch where I could raise my sto

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ries to a marketable point, and not the home of a rough crowd, shunned by many. Its future however may not be in my hands any more than the stories that proliferate there.</p><div id="f467" class="link-block"> <a href="https://medium.com/@donmartin711/membership"> <div> <div> <h2>Join Medium with my referral link - Don Martin</h2> <div><h3>As a Medium member, a portion of your membership fee goes to writers you read, and you get full access to every story…</h3></div> <div><p>medium.com</p></div> </div> <div> <div style="background-image: url(https://miro.readmedium.com/v2/resize:fit:320/0*u-L_2_NBwP9wO3sE)"></div> </div> </div> </a> </div></article></body>

Unintended consequences of automatic self-writing stories

I have spoken previously of my system for writing stories in which I give them free rein to develop themselves without my constant help. It has been a blessing for my creative endeavors.

Last night, according to my new system, I came up with a couple of new first lines to potential stories just before I went to bed and to a night of deep and peaceful sleep.

I was resting well, happy with the knowledge that soon I would have two shiny, new stories to publish. My sleep did not last the entire night, however.

A noise woke me before my alarm clock had the chance to do so. I had to go investigate.

I found one of my new stories going through my wallet, looking for who knows what. I was disappointed, to say the least.

This does add a whole new dimension to my writing process. We have a protocol for when a story wrecks and needs some extra help, but we never even considered ending up with delinquents among our group.

It was my desire to use my place as a ranch where I could raise my stories to a marketable point, and not the home of a rough crowd, shunned by many. Its future however may not be in my hands any more than the stories that proliferate there.