saturday morning

Doesn’t have that nice wake-up ring like the beginning of Sunday Morning by The Velvet Underground, but hey, it’s still nice not to have to immediately rush into disaster for once.

I’m sure the day will be disrupted, and it started way earlier than I intended, but I’m writing and things are happening and looking up.

So expectations for the success of my writing have been epic, given that my expectations mostly involved actually submitting works to real people in the real world, rather than sitting on it and pretending it was going to magically appear somewhere.

The minimal expectation I have for my writing is simply to finish it, at this point. That’s done consistently. My lower expectations were to put it up somewhere, and in the case of Get Back Again, maybe have another person read it, given its nature.

The middle involves posting a number of places and getting people to read them, which I’ve done for all but the comic I wrote, which only got sent to an artist friend who hasn’t gotten back to me on it.

Other than that, I’m still sending out, and only the Birds Fall haiku has met my higher expectations. That I’ve sent it to so many publications is still amazing to me.

This morning is dedicated to furthering the story of my journey into authordom and to submissions, getting GBA to where it needs to go in a rough draft. It will be a tough sell, for sure, particularly in a liberal-leaning industry, but you never know.

(Note: GBA is written from the point-of-view of a dead alt-right supporter of the patriarchy; it does not actually reflect my views. I fall very much on the liberal side – pro-choice, anti-bigotry, anti-Trumper.)

Target: 300 words
Written: 1517 words, hip little story: Get Back Again

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