This is a work in progress: Finding the Holes
an excerpt

11/1/07, How's this for Evasive?

I had spent years of my life listening to the stories of others. Their relationship successes and failures had been the subject of many hours of phone and face time, regardless of whether or not I cared at any given moment. There had to be some experience I could pull out of those stories and spin into a work of creative fiction bound to enthrall the masses. Even my own past relationships, as painful as they were at the time, had to be an open source of information. The stories need not be true, nor need they be retellings of the pasts of others. They needed only to exist in my mind. Thus, I went searching through boxes and drawers for remnants and scraps; items I might look at in order to achieve a sense of inspiration. I was ready to start writing.