Thursday, August 28, 2008

gasping for air (or hope)

Fans of literary fiction, how do you do it?

After several hours of reading brilliant, perfect short stories, I want to lock myself in a closet and never come out.

No doubt the world is as grim, blank, lonely, and despairing as they all say… But goodness. (Hey, that’s a thought. What about goodness?)

Researching literary journals and magazines might not be the most fun ever. Hence my mud-sucking-at-shoes reluctance to send my story out… But, hey, I committed. And it’s going somewhere, come Sunday.

Before then, I have a few more magazines to read through… maybe I’ll meet my match? I look at my story. My story looks at me. We heave to.—jl

Posted by Jenn Langefeld on 08/28 at 07:18 PM
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