Sneak Peak: The Fisherman and The Empath

Remember the short story I published not too long ago? If you don’t remember it’s titled For The Love of Fiction and if you’re interested, simply click on the link.

Well, for weeks I’d been working on The Ugly Rancher- revising it, adding to it, changing it, deleting some of it and taking it apart. I’d had trouble with the beginning, since the beginning, and resorted to researching on what actual ranchers and cowboys do instead of relying on my limited experiences and vast imagination. It wasn’t the woman who fell in love with him that I had trouble with, it was the rancher himself.

Thankfully I’d kept other stories I played around with just in case I wanted to intermix characters and was pleased to find a story I originally titled “The Empath and the Botanist.” I must have written it months ago because the names, characters and inspiration came from some of the clients of the homeopathic doctor I worked for.

I loved the story and instantly remembered I had trouble with the outcome of the story rather than the beginning but instead of intermixing it, I wanted to continue and change the outcome completely. The original characters are still there but I added a new one, the fisherman, who is inspired entirely by my crush and his love of fishing.

If you know me, you’ll know that the relationship with my crush and I is over (which you’ll learn about much later as I’ve written a piece on divorce and dating.) A long time ago I made a rule that if I am to write love stories about real people, they will only be love stories based on the past because to begin a love story is to know that it will one day end which not only will jinx an existing relationship but I fear that it may alter the present situation since fiction and reality can be interchangeable.

So here it is, the first paragraph of a story that will indeed be published before the week ends, now titled The Fisherman and The Empath:

Lucinda Chase was a foster child who grew up pretty lucky, she’d often say. When asked about her beginning she told curious people she was smuggled into the United States as an infant after a kind soldier visited a far away island and found her entire family slaughtered during a secret war. It was more exciting than the truth, she said, when she found out her parents had been illegal immigrants with a bad drug addiction and were deported back to their country. It was an embarrassing fact that was glorified by uneducated, left wing extremists who prodded her for memories of a life she barely remembered.

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