Like a machine. A few dull moments - Jerry out of town over the weekend, leaving me to watch rentals all day. A few up moments - submitting a short story to some journals, meeting up with a different writer’s group - one not so concerned with sci fi erotica - writing and re-writing a second short story. This one’s much more autobiographical than the first.
But you don’t know about the first. It was about a little girl, disconnected but trying to connect with her hands - not so much with her voice. After lots of rejections, I’ll publish it here. The second one’s about my time in band with my friends, feeling for all of them and having the hots for one of them. In the story, the one I had the hots for is a mash-up of two of the guys I actually had the hots for.
It’s a lot of fun, and I would love to share. But I want to publish, so I can’t. If anyone’s really, really, really curious, I’ll email you the stories. But you have to offer feedback. Writing isn’t as useful to me unless I get feedback. And I mean criticism; I consider all criticism.
Oh, but I got published. As you know, I’m the Communications Editor of an AIA group called the YAF. I submitted a small opinion piece, and my boss liked it. It’s good to be editor.
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