The Fall of the House of Uewen
by Cooper Young
I’m not sure when or where, but that has to be a chapter title somewhere in A Story Twice Divided. I just can’t let something that cute slip away.
Ugh. Been gone for a while, a long while, in fact. I wouldn’t advise you to get terribly clingy; that’s sort of how I am. I drift in and out.
Today, though, has been a cleaning day. I hate cleaning. I’m not sure why it was on that list I made in the last entry. I think what I really meant to say was “I want to have a clean house” not “I want to clean my house”. Those are entirely different.
Regardless, I have been cleaning today, and mere moments ago had the special fun of going through a mixed pile of papers and filing them. When I say mixed, I mean about as mixed as it can get: poems, short stories, notes and scenes from four different series (that is what I’m being told the plural is, but it doesn’t sound right to me. Help me if you know; I’ll be here slowly going mad in the meantime) and a few unrelated, amorphous book ideas, bank statements, my kid’s birth certificate, you name it. I have to say, I rather like going through old stuff like that. It makes me want to write again.
It’s funny; I never really considered myself a short story sort of person, and yet the file which holds my work in that category is larger by far than any of the others. I think a lot of them are corrected copies; it’s the only reasonable explanation. I have no idea why else it would be so thick.
I need a box just for stationary.