Some of you figured something was up when you saw a mid-week post from me. You were right. I prepared the first episode of Truths Unseen, and scheduled it for this weekend. Then I decided not to do that new, dark, unhappy story after all. WordPress, ever monkeying around with things, wouldn’t let me unscheduled it. So I became the monkey, trying to fix the schedule at a far distant date, because I didn’t want to delete the post… And you saw the result… Unseen was unexpectedly seen. 
However, your responses were so positive that now I’m even more torn about doing the story. For years, many people have told me that the story needs to be told, that it might help someone. But those people aren’t concerned about what effect the telling has on me. I don’t know if I can bear living in that horrible dark place for the months it takes to write the story. That’s why I changed my mind about telling it here… Now it’s almost as if the story (or the monkeys) took itself out of my hands.
Kathryn Schulz said of The Great Gatsby, “It is the only book I have read so often despite failing—in the face of real effort and sincere intentions—to derive almost any pleasure at all from the experience.” That’s what’s wrong with this story. There is no pleasure. The characters don’t grow. There’s no happy ending. At least that’s how it feels to me.
I honestly don’t know if I will be able to finish this story, so I decided not to start it… then the WordPress monkeys had their way with it. So I guess I’ll give it a try. I apologize in advance if I’ve started something I can’t endure finishing.
I’m linking this to the other post where the story begins. I deeply appreciate the comments you’ve already made. Click here for the first installment.
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