I finished a short story and uploaded it to the site on the Eastside Writing Group for the meeting tomorrow. I know that my story is too long by half, but I can't seem to shorten it. Every single time I begin to write, something happens and the story gets longer.
off we go. I have to review several stories for tomorrow, I have soup
on the stove that needs to cook another hour or so, and I'm thinking
about wings. I love wings.
Maybe I'll just settle for a dry martini and a cool place to sit and read.