January 22, 2026

{I've been working on a narrative that's consumed much of my thoughts the last week. This sonnet captures the struggles I have been having. Ideally, the narrative gets finished soon and the specifics not included here can make sense. In some ways, I suppose this is my praise for those who can write good historical fiction . . .  or good biographies from unreliable sources.}

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How do I begin to tell your story

With all the craziness it can entail,

Subtle acknowledgement of your glory,

Emerging when others might have failed.

All I do is struggle, fret and worry 

How to make a canvas truly full-scale

With the facts that must be mandatory

And fiction necessary to prevail.

It's this junction where this bookmark is stuck,

Filling in a journey that's a blank slate,

With every key incident that's struck,

The whole narrative comes to a stalemate,

But with every embellishment tucked

In to finish, I bear a heavy weight.