LITERATURE: & Other Stuff

Good news:  I find I have already read most of this issue of Confrontation when I first got it, and I remember that this is one that made me mad.  The stories, most of them anyway, take place in Malaysia, or Kuala Lampur, and I recall thinking that besides the cost of education, I would need to add the money and time spent on travel before I could be considered as a short story writer.  There were only two out of the total presentations that I might say were good. 

Good, that is, by my own opinion as a rejected writer.  So really, what is that worth?

The outside Autumn that I try to hold at bay because I am not ready seeps inside my house with cool evening breeze and early darkness from the tired-of-shining sun.  More deadlines to be faced.  More hurry-up and finish this and that and all before the winter comes and finds that I’ve forgotten to close the windows.

Outside the hummingbirds who nestled in a single tiny nest are fighting for the feeder.  Kids grow up, divorce may loom, and families grow apart.  An oldest sister takes an older sister to court because the money isn’t coming soon enough.  But me, I would put it off forever if the man was still around to squirrel it away.  Things like this…things like this will make me bleed.  It’s only money.  It’s only sugar water.

Folding underwear and wondering what I’ll read next.