I use the word stomp a lot in my stories, I’ve noticed as I proof-read through the last batch.
Month: September 2020
I read a non-fiction book that didn’t involve Nazis! I feel I should give myself an award for that.
But I didn’t like reading it. Why? Why don’t I like reading non-fiction? Is it I pick non-fiction books that are, in terms of literary writing, not literary? Why am I so obsessed with plot? Why don’t I like reality even a little bit?
Why am I writing this meaningless post instead of proofing my short story collection?
I don’t know anything.
Behold my $1.39 stock photo book cover for my e-chapbook I hope to have out before Christmas! Self-published, so don’t be too happy for me.
I’m stuck on one bloody sentence that I
just
can’t
get
to
work!
“I was working on the proof of one of my poems all the morning and took out a comma.”
“And in the afternoon?”
“In the afternoon—well, I put it back again.”
Oscar Wilde
I wrote.
I wrote about one short story a week, more or less.
And now, sadly, comes the editing. Perhaps in a week or two I’ll have a nice little e-chapbook to share with you.
I did have a writing partner, who also tried to write one short story a week. It was a bit like school. I miss school and the deadlines and the expectations to do work. By myself, I do very little work because I am easily distracted and I get migraines and now I work in my basement since COVID which means a whole new set of distractions I have to learn how to avoid (I’m right next to my sewing machine now. Do you know how many things I could sew? Neither do I!)
In any case, the worst part of writing is whatever step you are on currently.