I found a way, finally, to get it all together. L's old Scripterwriter 1250 and my two over-packed containers of small computer disks have joined together to produce the written words that started on my Macintosh SE.
These are not ordinary disks but the receptacles of nearly ten years of writing, writing that started simply, and ended with a burst of energy that didn't seem to end.
I've been able to print out several of these disks, and occasionally as the page sits actively on the computer monitor I pause to read a word, then a sentence and continue to get absorbed in the story line.
Yes, it appears that in among morning pages, PWs and poetry, there exists the real making of short stories.
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