A couple of years ago, when I was toying with the idea of writing commercial fiction, I had a Seven Story Week. This was just a personal event, inspired by Nanowrimo, where I write one short story a day for seven days. The length, subject matter, and the quality were of no importance. I just wanted my creative juices to flow. After all, writers write, don’t they?
So anyway, I wrote seven completely different stories in seven days, as I planned. I am thinking of taking one or two of them and sending them out to editors, but I haven’t decided yet. I might need to write some more stories before I start the rejection letter pile.
All of the stories I write that suck so bad I would never dream of sending them to an editor or agent of any kind, I will make you read. That’s the last step of the creative process isn’t it — letting others read your work so they can print it out and then take a huge crap on it?
Hopefully I will have some time this weekend to select a story or two that you can read and then enjoy as toilet paper. Or maybe something with which to start your charcoal burning. Gotta have fire to grill meat, after all.
On the off chance that you are clinically insane, and like my work, feel free to send money to me. It’s not a charitable donation or anything. I’m just saying that you should give me money.
