Breaktime: Tidying Son of Dada

Another month’s ending. Breaktime. Let’s see about tidying up those little textings.

Little experiments. Texting in a story in little installments. Too little, tho. Well…maybe not too little. Interesting exercises in brevity, sure. Might come out better with shorter words. Or simply very caringly picking words, for meaning exactitude. But. While a reader prob’ly will figure out quickly enough the posting order, the more recent at the top, said reader will have to hop over that ‘Sent by Text Messaging blah’blah’ distraction. And I can’t turn that off in the phone.

Had a vague plot thing going that the narrator’s a private detective recording his movements…just in case, dot dot dot. Too contrived. And I wanted each texting to be like a scene, a paragraph. That’s got potential. A single moment, and concise. Simple language, too. Less artsy…stuff. Real, maybe. Cleaner, at least.

Better just to assemble them together, like a chapter in something perhaps ongoing. I’ll leave the originals, for reference, tho not as 6 sprawlers down the page.

Son of Dada…

Break’s over. It needs a title, and tag, for easy finding. It’ll do.