I’ve written, rewritten, gotten critiques, rewritten, more critiques, revised, rewritten and did I mention – rewritten? I can recite my story from memory, but I think it’s ready.

I didn’t intend for it to be lighthearted or–dare I say it?– humorous when I started, but that’s what it decided to be. Humor is hard! An extra level of insecurity. Not only do I wonder ‘Will they like it?’, now I wonder ‘Will it make them laugh?’ The good news is, the ending makes me smile and even giggle a little, even after reading it a hundred times. Of course, I’m seeing Cee-lo Green holding his angry cat as the character who makes the last comment, so others may not get the joke. Maybe I should illustrate it too? If only…

Anyways, one last read tonight–for typos (that’s what I always say)–and to trim 50-100 words to get it down to the required submission size and then tomorrow it goes in the mail and out into the world and I move on to the next one.

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