STORIES: The Writest – ‘nuther one!

Someone must pull the plug on me now that the faucet’s on full blast: The_Writest_1.pdf

I’ve been tweaking and twiddling with the last story and told myself that even with most of the deadlines of the better journals passed (writers take note: many are reading only three or four months out of the year, and have come up with many revisions to their guidelines, but that’s another posting), I would submit at least one story to the usual round of literary journals just to keep the process active.  In other words, you can write a zillion stories but if you never send them out, or offer them in some form to be read, what are you really doing with your efforts?

All this tweaking stuff is supposed to put a temporary stop on straight text writing so that I can get back into hypertext mode and fulfill the many obligations left hanging for a bit. Oddly enough–or maybe not so odd at all–it seems that even with the story tweaked until it’s screaming in orgasmic release to let it go already, I can only do so by dragging out the submission research and what-do-you-know, another story.  Metafiction at that.

It came out of the blue, although I do believe it likely was inspired by checking out the long list of places to submit and being met with more than the usual dreary news and longshot bets.

Don’t know if I’ll finish it, and it may just be a whimsy, but I find it a challenge as well: the premise of a really bad but self-confident writer upset with the system.  The challenge?  To write badly so wonderfully well.