Hi, it’s been a little over month since I officially started this. And, I’ve rewritten this post many a time. Each attempt was made before a significant change in the progress of my writing.

-Good enough segway-

Seems about time to elaborate on what I’ve been losing my mind over (besides poetry). Eight stories (wow it really has become eight) of varying length hold the majority of my attention. This grew from a notion of starting with three, then five, to where it is now.

I enjoy world building, and am constantly thinking of ways to expand on a story. This tends to lead to an explosion of creation, followed by my mind wandering to a completely new story. Hence why I have so many open projects (sarcastic tee hee).

But! For the purposes of this website, I’ll (really) try focusing my attention on two ‘universes’: a futuristic science fiction setting, where in humanity has encountered a plethora of differing alien races, causing humanity to question their role on the galactic stage. And, an alternate history fantasy that has the post WW2 world drastically changed by gateways linking our dimension to that of a magical reality.

Because of my terrible tendency with not only remembering names, but also coming up with them, I’ve generically named them as follows:

Stories set in a futuristic science fiction are Space 1, 2, 3 and side story A. Side story A has recently been expanded on, at the cost of many a sleepless night.

*There will be many side stories to follow as the universe is given more detail.

Stories set in an alternate history fantasy are A Witch and a Blood Demon, and Grimoire of the Moon.

*The Halloween spirit had taken hold.

And the latest new addition to this never ending creative adventure is so far being called On Being Cool.

ALSO, a guilty pleasure short story set in the Star Wars universe. I periodically return to this story when I need a break.

Seriously, I’ve been trying to post this since October 25th.

-Deep sigh-

Since I don’t know how to end this post, I’ll share a (not) happy observation I had while being out and about at 2am+.

A few weeks ago I found myself passing through the same street of downtown Chicago three times, way past any sane notion of a bed time. Just before entering the red line station at Lake, I paused at a well lit alleyway.

At the entrance was a man, whom I presumed to be homeless, sitting upon his pile of limited possession, asleep. The scene of it held my attention and seemed perfect for my alleyway project, so I took a picture before continuing on. This was a Thursday night into early Friday morning.

The following Friday night into Saturday morning, I found myself in that same circumstance. Only this time there wasn’t the man, just a few of the possessions he seemed to have left behind. So, I went on my way.

Due to poor decisions I no longer clearly remember, there I was again. Trying to catch a red line train back up north to my apartment, on a Saturday night into Sunday morning. Remembering the man and his belongings I lingered at the entrance to the well lit alleyway.

There was no man, nor any thing that once belonged to him. It was like he was never even there. Three days and the only proof of his existence in those moments and place in time, were cleared away. I didn’t sleep well that night.

The image featured is of that well lit alleyway, but at a different time and with soon to be forgotten others.

For the next post, I’ll try to have a short story finished in time.

Till then,
Alexander