Course Change
Been growing and changing very quickly, so quickly that I can hardly keep up. I had a pile of unfinished stories from past years. Some of them are very short, only a page or two. Some of them are thousands of words long. I've accumulated these stories since I was a teenager, the way that an artist will have pages and pages of unfinished drawings, doodles, sketches, and other visual ideas expressed onto paper. For a long time I have felt like I had to go back and finish certain pieces from this pile. And there are a few pieces I tried to go back and finish repeatedly. Two in particular come to mind: one is a post-apocalyptic story about a mermaid, and the other is a story about a girl who can transform into birds. These stories are both really good, I think. Or they would be, if I could finish them. But, you see, I can't. Because I'm not the person who began those stories any more. One of the results of growing as fast as I have, and doing the healing work that I've b