Tried one last time to stir people up to stir me up to decision on those stories and just didn’t get fired up enough to try reading them again. Sometimes you just get sick of your own stuff and after the initial ‘wow, this is great’ comes the realization that it’s maybe not so great and fragile artistic egos are too often ready to accept their failures.
Still have two weeks for a few more journals, but I’m sure that I’ll just watch the deadlines slide on by just as I’ve done with scores of others.
Maybe it’s time to get serious and try a longer piece. It’s been twelve years since I wrote up a novel (it’s somewhere’s down the cellar now) and maybe it’s time to focus energy instead of scattering.
The Lost Children: A Charity Anthology