Snatching defeat from the jaws of victory

I do not refer to the Dallas Cowboys.

My first reader, namely my wife, finished reading my VP short story last night. I sweated it out in another room while she read, and finally couldn’t take it any more.

I walk into the next room and she’s done, the pages stacked neatly on the end table next to her.

“Well?” I ask.

“I liked it,” she says.

“Wo-hoo!” says I.

“Except I don’t get it,” says she.

Excuse me. I must go stick my head in the oven.

So something about the end not making sense, blah, blah, blah. Worse, I couldn’t explain it to her after she’d read it. I mean, with handouts and voice-over I couldn’t make it clear, for crying out loud. Even Dune managed to do that!

So we revise. Stupid readers and their taste and wanting things to make sense and to be “readable”. Nonsense I say!

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