Retreating With Stinky Feet

Once In A While A Story Idea May Come Along That Is Unique Plausible Interesting And Which May Be Written As Is; Without Needing To Be Edited Again And Again In Draft After Draft Of Unfitting Exasperation. Unfortunately Such An Idea Is The Exception To The Proverbial Rule For Me. This First Story About Playing Sebastopal With Cull Potatoes Happens To Be Just Suchan Exception. Most Of My Ideas Have To Be GraspedBounced Around And Steeped For Weeks Or Months In The Stale Mouldering Mush Of My Mind In Hopes That Someday They Will All Be Written Down In Some Form Of Manuscript In Blanca Y Negro.. M. D.