When I lie awake at 2:30 in the morning, unable to get back to sleep these are the things I think of. The little bastards keep me awake night after night until I put them to <virtual> paper. My back brain is a hard master yet I must comply, as a horse is driven by its rider. Perhaps I host a fetal Loa. You will find a propensity for puns concerning some of the titles of my stories--many have more than one meaning. I have no idea how I think the damned things up.
After my "Retiring To" stories I've written a couple of short stories--more viewpoints or constructed personalities without real exercise in plot or conclusion other than a closure in their reason for being-- Raison de etre, eh? Anyone want to see 'em?
Each protagonist holds a facet of me. I cringe at the image of what I am once I combine them all, and hope that a more self-redeeming facet is in there somewhere.
I've got a couple that I don't dare publish. I'd be arrested and judged a danger to society.
Yes, we all hold ourselves against a cold light, judging ourselves in an old-testament fashion.
I feel that if you do not, you are a psychopath.
Hold firm to your sights. Do not let the course of your ship freewheel. We are all the captains of our own ships and are the single persons responsible for its path and destination. A safe harbor is where we end up, not where we live.