I do good beginning, ask anyone who knows me.

If you want an idea about how to get from here to there, where to move to, what new career would suit you best, or what’s a fun thing to do with $50 – go ask Dulcie, she’s got a million of them.  Starting a new day, a new business, a new project, a new story – my engine for connecting this to that and then seeing what happens is ever ready and is happiest when the switch is on.

This is not new to my character, being both my blessing and curse from as young as I remember.  Whether making a new home in the trees, or making magic potions in my closet laboratory, I was always making up stories when the truth was not enough to go on.   A familiar rise of excitement bubbles up somewhere behind my eyes and the world becomes just a little more interesting as a result.

Whether the ideas come fully into being is not nearly as important to me as the plotting and scheming of them; I have said before, I don’t need to know the truth about something as much as I like to think about what could be true.

I like the taste of possibility.

The down side to this may be obvious – I have lots of beginnings, lots of first few chapters, many many ideas for an invention that will revolutionize something or other, lots of projects just waiting for the time or the supplies or the energy in order to come to fruition.  And mostly that’s okay with me.  I guess it’s had to be.

But I do want to make a little adjustment.

It has to do with writing.

So I thought I would declare it here for all of you to see as a way to help me into the middle because I suspect that if I can get through the middle that the ending is right over there just past it. And I want to invite anyone else who is familiar with what I’m talking about to do this with me.

Here it is – I want to take one of the pieces of writing I have on my desktop and I want to write what happens next – not just what could happen or could have happened, not about Oh wouldn’t that be something if this or that – but what actually does happen.  What I know deep in my bones has to happen because of everything that lead up to that moment – the truth, you know – and how are the characters in the story affected by it, by the thing that happened.

So the story that began with a number of possibilities and then one of those possibilities happened and, as a result, there was an outcome, that’s the story I want to write now.  I think I’m ready for it.

I don’t know what sort of affect that will have on my apparent need for open endedness but I do know that as long as I “Dwell In Possibility” I don’t have to get anywhere near “Deal with being rejected or accepted”.

So then I’m going to submit it.