Fixing things for Grimesy just seemed *right*. I mean, when you first see him in the film, it's easy to write off his complaints as coming from someone who really should be at a desk, but disagrees because he has a high opinion of himself. Later, when he's tested, it becomes plain that no, this guy is totally wasted at that desk. Choosing to tell his story was an easy pick for me, another fix-it aspect to the overall fix-it urge behind writing this one. In a way (looking at it with post-SLEEP! clarity today), this story is hurt-comfort for ol' Grimes.
But I think yesterday "comforting" surprised me because I was still in that place (to a certain extent, I'm still there) where the external fix-it aspect of writing this piece was a comfort to me. I was writing from a place of a lot of anger and somewhere, somehow "Just fix it" switched to "This *has to* be my best work," because there are names in this story that belong to good men who died on Oct 3rd/4th 1993. I couldn't include those names in a mediocre piece of writing. So I didn't just write this one: I pushed my craft to the limit and learned new tricks along the way. A story that I could've written in one day flat ended up needing a lot longer than that. Hard work, and the attitude behind it, and the end result... comforting in a weird way.
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