I don't have a title for this yet. Not important at this point, just a short 8 page story.
In retrospect, my shorter stories turn out the best. I'm always attempting super long stories but (again, in retrospect) I never really had enough free time to see them to completion. Even this one--I found enough free time to knock out five and a half pages last month and then the vice that is real life closed in on me once again, and my output (once again) slowed to a crawl. Hopefully another window of opportunity opens soon.
When I attempt long stories, I can only work within those given windows of opportunity, and I find that at each window, so much time has passed that I'm literally a different person, mentally, creatively, motivationally. When the story finally comes together, the end result, for me at least, is unsatisfying. It doesn't read like a whole story. It reads like, here's four pages made when I was going through this, and here's five pages of when I was struggling with that, and so forth.
Not that I'm giving up on longer stories. I'd love having the time to do a twenty, thirty page story all in, say, a month or two of uninterrupted creativity, consistently, month after freaking month, no assaults from the outside world. But on the other hand, I'm afraid of having that much free time because it likely means that I'll be unemployed, single, and probably have given up trying to keep my household and finances in order.
As for this particular story, I just wanted to get something of my own out there before 2020 ends, something not commissioned by You Know Who, something that has nothing to do with giving birth to sextuplets or whatever 😂 -- Hopefully you won't be seeing any more of those for a long while, if ever.