I am told that there are stories everywhere. I am looking for them, and sometimes I almost see one and then it darts away.

Bits and pieces of potential stories are stashed away somewhere at the back of my mind, like incomplete jigsaw puzzles. The funny thing is the more you try and fill the gaps, the more you realize that the piece that you’re trying to fit isn’t the right one.

I am trying desperately to paint my tales in different shades. I am attempting to not have them covered in the emotions that lurk in all my posts because in that case, sooner or later your stories start to mirror each other. Then it’s like being in one large story – where the same people and same situations appear under different names and places.

I am told that everyone has a story to tell. I agree. It’s just that there has to be a narrative worthy of the plot. That’s the tough part.