Somewhere in the vast universe of internetery yesterday was a post on "How Not to Write a Novel" or maybe it was geared toward short story, I don't remember. In any case, one of its first warnings was a red flag of amateurity (leave it be, it's only the second made-up word so far) when the opening paragraph presents a protagonist, the setting, then the other characters in heavy detailery of description (detailery's a word? no red underlining here?).
And of course, I rushed back to the two short stories I've been working on and thought were all set to go.
And of course, started rewriting them again.
As I read one of them for maybe the zillioneth time, I wonder what purpose there is to the story. In other words, while entertainment or time-filler has some value, what real reason is there for anyone to read this story? Yes, there's the abused woman angle and the messed-up child all growed up, but isn't that overdone? What new thing is anyone learning from this, even if it's just a bunch of nice words and how they're put together; what's the purpose of reading it?
What then, is the purpose of writing it?
The Lost Children: A Charity Anthology
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I love you too ME.