Forget it, Jake. It’s Chinatown.

I’ve got a short story in the cauldron, mulling and mulling. Or maybe a short novella. It may be a little different than anything I’ve written. Then again, it could be exactly the same as everything else I’ve written. Anyhow, it has to do with a magical writing utensil. Hopefully I’ll finish and edit it within a week, if that long.

Thank you for your time and comments, readers. I would like as much feedback as I could get, so feel free to comment or email me whenever you have something to say.

About the story: this started as an idea I had when I was driving from Bakersfield to Newhall last Sunday. I started writing it out in my notebook, and it got me excited (but why not? That’s my nature, and if I’m not getting excited about what I write, then I’m a failure already). I finished writing out the first draft on Monday afternoon, but I didn’t find a suitable point to finish publishing the story until tonight. I have thought a lot about this. I’m sure there are some implausibilities in it, since I’m not experienced in either the drug business, the police force, or the workings of amateur, inadvertent detectives.
If there is a way I can improve this, please suggest it to me. I always welcome constructive criticism.
Oh, and by the way, if you kept up with the story, you’ll have to reread the first two parts. I changed them significantly. Whoops.
Thanks, and have a great day.