Cockeyed

I tend to take weird pictures. You only see a fraction of them. That’s because most of my weird pictures don’t make sense to anyone but me. They are often blurred or out of focus. I take them because I see things that are not where or what I’m expected to be looking at and think it’s interesting. It’s really hard to make a camera focus on the distant hills or ocean when there are trees whooshing past.

I think a lot of my writing tends to be that way, too. I know very well that the point of a particular scene may focus around someone’s pain or jealousy, but those things don’t interest me, so I’ll latch onto an irrelevant detail and run with it. I’ve lost a lot of critique partners over it, so I try to keep it in line, but I still do it.

Anyway, I just want to thank my readers for putting up with it.