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.
So,
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.
Random scribblings and thoughts about writing, publishing and the entire letters to dollars process. Includes copious notes about politics and everyday life.
