The idea for the short story Tiffany Jesus was a gift. I wanted to write something last night but could not think of anything. When I woke up this morning, the image of a small church in Vermont where I had spent the night flashed into my head. From that point, I fleshed the story out in my head. I told my wife the idea and she agreed I was on to something. But I couldn’t nail down how was I going to end it. I didn’t want it to be “It’s a Wonderful Life, Part 2.” so I just decided to leave his body on the floor of the church. When I sat down to write it, the idea of him finding redemption through finally feeling empathy for the horrible sh*t he had done in his life was the final piece to the puzzle.
I got chills at the end of the story. That just shows me that the idea came from somewhere else. Or Someone else.
Where all good ideas come from.
Marshall
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