During the spring of 2007, I was visiting my American cousins in Denver. In no particular order, their names are Dumb.Ass, Raging Maniac, and Really Just So Fkn Stupid Sometimes.

Earlier in the week, we had talked about the 8+ km hike which my girlfriends and I regularly ran at Wolf Trail in Gatineau Park. In their excitement to learn of a female cousin who moved her ass for reasons beyond landing a proper mate, they asked if I wanted to join their next hike through the Boulder region.

As I am ever curious about the male world of bonding in forests, by creeks and at the side of mountains, I eagerly accepted their invitation.

Excited in my usual way, I spent the next four nights in bed anxiously staring at the ceiling smiling at the imaginings in my head.  Surely, I would impress my cousins with feats of admirable athleticism; ahead of them, I would run through the mountain range while neither sweating nor with fuzzing hair while they lagged behind sweaty, smelly, unsmiling and begging for me to slow down.  All while I smiled and was softly lit.

On that fated day I awoke, packed and was ready to go by 6 a.m. Strapped to my back was a bean salad, much granola, a small pond in drinking jar, a notebook, the latest Britney Spears cd, and my camera. I sat by the door with my coffee and waited for my cousins to join me.

Which they did, at approximately 11 a.m., none with backpack.  None with water.  None with any semblance of sanity.  In fact, Really Fkn Stupid wore only a pair of shorts and nothing more.  (I observed that my family is some sort of white trash, though no one ever told us.)

Giggling to myself as I pulled my hair into a ponytail, I bounced out ahead of them to the SUV thinking how inside of an hour, they would be begging me for the energy of bean salad, The Ass Whisperer.

Having driven for an extended period when Dumber pulled over, we were all headed for a communal pee.  Imagine my surprise when I learned that we had in fact reached our hiking spot.

This hiking spot which was beneath the ground.  Just like Hell.

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So, Dear 12 Readers. 

That was the beginning of one of my short stories.  Short stories which I hope to complete, compile and aim for paper  publication over the course of the next while.

I have finally decided to pursue this course rather than channel all writing energies into this web-space which, though I love to an unimaginable end, does hinder my pursuit of paper publication.

Having recently begun an exercise in comedic writing intended to push me forward in this endeavor, I am both excited and exhausted at what lies ahead.  Namely…discipline and development of my Funny, the expression of which is a much more difficult task than imagined.

As such, my writing here will be slowing to a great extent, and I ask for your understanding, your support and your money for when I do eventually publish.

From time to time, I will surely come here to blubber about something personal which will not have yet made its way into a story, but otherwise…my writing and creative energies I am already channeling elsewhere.

With love,
m

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