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O leave the dead be'ind us, for they cannot come away
This afternoon I finished my first full-length story since 2008.
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I am very happy to read this and it is inspiring news. Brava!
That is truly excellent news.
That is truly excellent news.
Thank you.
I hope to be able to follow it up with news of placement, although possibly not for months, depending on where I can send a 12,200-word story. That's the funny thing: now that it's done, I think I will find somewhere. I worried a lot more that it was terrible when I was writing it.
Thank you.
I hope to be able to follow it up with news of placement, although possibly not for months, depending on where I can send a 12,200-word story. That's the funny thing: now that it's done, I think I will find somewhere. I worried a lot more that it was terrible when I was writing it.
Way to go!
I store up stories like these to comfort myself and others when dry spells happen.
I store up stories like these to comfort myself and others when dry spells happen.
Way to go!
Thank you!
I store up stories like these to comfort myself and others when dry spells happen.
It seemed impossible to me that I would never write fiction again beyond a few hundred words of flash or fanfic, but I think the fact that I was able to feel that at all was itself a very good sign: there were years when it seemed incontrovertible that that part of my brain had simply broken. I lost stories. I don't know if any of them will be recoverable, or worth recovering. I started fewer. But I did not want to lose this one, and I didn't, and now I want to find it a home.
Thank you!
I store up stories like these to comfort myself and others when dry spells happen.
It seemed impossible to me that I would never write fiction again beyond a few hundred words of flash or fanfic, but I think the fact that I was able to feel that at all was itself a very good sign: there were years when it seemed incontrovertible that that part of my brain had simply broken. I lost stories. I don't know if any of them will be recoverable, or worth recovering. I started fewer. But I did not want to lose this one, and I didn't, and now I want to find it a home.
But I did not want to lose this one, and I didn't, and now I want to find it a home. An even better win than eating the lobster--no contest, in fact.
I look forward to reading it, in whatever venue is lucky enough to get it.
I look forward to reading it, in whatever venue is lucky enough to get it.
huzzah! (A bit belatedly--LJ didn't show me this entry yesterday, for some reason.)
Well done - I'll read this when I get up!
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