I can’t believe that it’s not even five yet, and I’ve already had a very productive day. Aside from going to the gym and doing yard work, I also went to Tim Horton’s to get some writing done. Before writing a thousand or so words on a much longer project that I’m really not ready to much discuss yet*, I did one last edit on a story I wrote a couple-of-two months back. It’s a — what else — sci-fi story called “The Last Echo of Humanity.” I believe I posted the first paragrpah of it some time before.

As I said in that post, this is technically a “reimagining” of another story I wrote four years back that was called “Rebirth.” Except stylistically that story sucked, whereas though this one has same plot — albeit much expanded — it’s a lot better written. Before I send it off, I’d like to get the opinions of two of my readers, just in case Nate and I missed some gaping plot hole or otherwise important aspect of the story. But apparently they both hate me, which is the only reason I can come up with as to why they haven’t returned “LEOH” to me yet.

This makes five short stories I’ve written this year**, which is far more than I’ve ever done before. I’ve improved in leaps and bounds in just six months. Like I’ve evolved from Homo erectus to Homo floresiensis. One day I’ll reach Homo sapiens. Of course I must still be pretty stupid since I just opened myself to any number of “homo” jokes. Maybe I should delete this little metaphor all together. Fuck it; I’ll leave it.

So yeah. “The Last Echo of Humanity.” I’m proud of it. Maybe someone will actually buy this one.

JAB

* Primarily because if I do so publicly, then more people will be able to watch me (or read about me) fall flat on my face like I inevitably will.

** One of which is still awaiting editing, and another which I might abandon completely, because I think it sucks. So it goes.