The Sock Affair is near completion. I am currently writing the final chapters. Damn, but it's been a long time coming. It's been seven years since I thought of the idea from the question: where do the missing socks go, the ones that you can't find after doing a load of laundry? I was twenty-one years old, about to drop out of college (for the first of the total six times). I was about to start my writing 'career.'
I would put the story on the backburner. Hell, I'd dump the contents