It's so poetic that i was trained by my maman to not look at things for what they are, but for what they could be. consequently, i oftentimes pluck an item whose purpose is a mystery to me; nonetheless, i collect it and wait for it to find its purpose.

this ended on a bizarre cliffhanger whose last 2 words feed *directly* into my new direction for the novella...methinks this one could be publishable as well...self-pubbed if nothing else...

Rereading is such a cringe-fest. This was mostly an exercise in scene comp, furled around a concept i was (and still am, intensely so) enchanted by. The idea of an ethereal light emanating from a long-decommissioned lighthouse. perhaps this was a whisper uttered under god's breath? who knows where this bittletarted imagination will carry us?

god's snatching this old aimless tale that was more an exercise in scene composition tbh.

now it's becoming a springboard for a message from the Lord. yesyesyes...if intrigued, go to .way's blog.