I just published my latest short story, “The Model is Not Your Friend.”
The plot: two sober living men intoxicated by young beauties get drunk on self-deception.
I mulled this idea around in my head since the beginning of the year, choosing the title early on.
Originally it was about a man chasing a woman and chasing his youth while she turned his life upside down. Boring and banal.
I wrote pages of that story and then destroyed it, something I never have done.
Then I went back to something a playwright named JRB once told me. He said he tears a photo out of a magazine and begins to write from it.
I used that concept, of seeing something visual and then building a tale from that. It happened that I have a friend who is a painter, and I like his work, and he lives nearby, so his art propelled me to write.
Maybe this is all boring. I happen to hate those NPR radio shows where some producer or director or actor or songwriter talks about what inspired them.
So fuck all that and just read the story. Please.