Welcome to Not Quite Real, a place of suspended fictions.
I write stories about things I invent, or things that really happened, or things I invent inspired by things that really happened.
Or an amalgamation of all of them.
And because fiction always embeds an autobiographical component, whether consciously or unconsciously, I often can’t tell invention from non-invention, or dream from remembrance.
Every week I publish one of the following:
a short piece of fiction, or autofiction;
an issue from a series called Unsent Letters. These are letters penned (but never dispatched) to fictitious or real individuals who may or may not have influenced my life, not always mirroring actual events;
an issue from a series called diaries, uninterrupted. These are imaginary journal entries -- generally one to three per issue -- written in a stream of consciousness style, meant to be read in one gulp of air, without pause.
