Good morning. The word for the day is crap. (I just didn’t want to put it right up there in the title!)
So here I am, all fired up and ready to go, got five great titles for stories: Eggs for Breakfast, I Would Have Told You, If Only, Or Maybe This, and Gazpacho, and about a page or so on at least two of them, a paragraph or more on the others. But I think I must dump at least three of them and start anew. I’m capable of better than what came out of me a month ago. Reading good stuff, reading bad, discovering new media methods to incorporate into your plain basic book form of text; all have given me ideas.
And here I sit. Without the ominous power of a syllabus deadline, I’m useless. Crap.
The Lost Children: A Charity Anthology