This piece technically started long ago, when I was living in Berkeley, but it all kicked off about a year ago when I found an invitation (which had almost expired) to submit a story to Fiddler’s Green.
I’ve no idea how I got on their mailing list, or for that matter how I’d even heard of them in the first place. The (open call) invitation came at a really good time, though: I was in between projects at work, and had all these fragments of stories of a central theme, and what better excuse to try to mold them into some kind of shape?
Of course, my fundamental premise had already been done properly, so I took the idea in a different direction, and this was what I submitted.
Moth to the Flame 