In case there are three curious folks out there, I’ve been absent from blogging while I pound away at the latest short story. The first readable draft is now ready for the light of day. It’s sad to think it, but, so far, all the changes have been my changes. My harshest criticisms. The beat-down from my peers still awaits.
Maybe I should have burned the draft.
Deep breath, egomaniac. Your writing isn’t so powerful it can evoke that kind of emotion.
Off to read the work of others. I’m tired of me and my thoughts.