Well, I allowed myself to be talked into starting a blog. We’ll have to wait and see if I’m up to it.
Many years ago, when I was about twelve or thirteen, I found a copy of a Galaxy magazine. The magazine hosted short science fiction and fantasy stories. I loved to read anything that took me away from this world. Among the articles inside was what may have been a fantasy story about an elderly alien character who spent his days painstakingly lining up some rocks. Off to his side were a couple of slow-talking trees who were apparently discussing what the the old man was doing. I’ve long forgotten what the carefully aligned rocks were for, but it likely had some cosmic importance to the old man.
I don’t remember anything more about the story, but there was something about these fragmented images that resonated with me. Those images became etched in my young mind, and several times over the decades I would think about that old man lining up his stones, and the nearby talking trees.
When the age of personal computers and the Internet arrived, I again searched for the Galaxy story, but without success.
However, now that I’ve decided to turn to writing, I figured, Why not write my own story, but based ever so loosely on those few memory fragments. And so, that’s what I’m doing. (see Quazhdo’s Round Stone)