For THROWBACK THURSDAY’s first dip into my newly (sub) titled ‘Stack: SCRIBBLER — A PORTAL TO FICTION, I’m going back to last year. This story means a lot to me on a lot of different levels. For one thing, it was my first “New” fiction having come to Substack in June of 2022. For the most part, I was putting up old stuff that I’d written before. I’d suffered through a traumatic ordeal at work, and was basically broken. (I’ve only written about it once, and it’s behind the PAYWALL.) I needed to get myself writing again, so I tried to write a story. Originally, it was going to be called: MY FATHER’S CHINESE WHORE, but my daughter and her friend — the girl we call our “other” daughter, said…”No, Papa. You can’t call it that.” It wasn’t working out anyway. So I tried the NaNoWriMo Challenge instead, wrote a book and finished it around December, and then turned back to see what this was.
I tossed it away and started over.
Writing this story was…cathartic. I never thought I’d ever use that word describing my writing of a story, but my therapist had pointed out that writing was probably the best thing I could do to face my issues. The only problem with that, when I told her I was writing, was that she thought I was keeping a journal.
So just start from the top and work your way down…