Okay, silly title. Couldn't think of one. I dropped off Glenn at the dentist to get his top teeth pulled. It's the last of his torture, supposedly, and then he'll be recovering for about two weeks, writhing in pain on the bed.
So I'm all nervous, because he's nervous, and you know how you kinda feel what your loved one feels and get to share in it?
I went to Starbucks, and I'm very sorry that I didn't know that a large was called a Venti. But give me a break: did the girl taking my order really not know what a large was?
Pseudonym found a new market, which is rare for her little niche. So yesterday, when she was being too wimpy to ride the emotional roller coaster of her current WIP, I (um, how do I segue back into first person?) wrote a short story.
It irritates me to no end when you have no idea, no ballpark figure, of what a publisher will pay. How are you supposed to even know if it's worth your time? And even if directly asked, they won't share it with you. Kinda annoys me, to be honest.
Which gets me to my post, LOL. Short stories are difficult. I've sold close to fifty now, and I was editing them this summer for a collection. I was appalled at myself: 80-90% of them were self-indulgent.
And that is my problem with some short stories: they are often self-indulgent writing experiments with no thought to the reader and his/her experience. They are a little riff on a theme, a little writer's toy.
Then you've got the "clever" short stories, the ones that cry, "look how clever I am!" And then there are the ones that try to be a private joke between writers, trying to separate the "ones who get it" from the "ones who don't."
Do I sound snarky? I'm quite harsh with my self-criticism, LOL, so keep in mind most of this is self-directed.
A good short story should give the reader something other than monkey speak.
So what do you think of short stories? Do you ever indulge in them for yourself? For readers? How do you feel about reading them?
Do you get nervous when your partner is nervous?
I forgot my grateful again! At least I forgot that I forgot. I'm told that's the first step in creating a new habit.
Today I am grateful for Glenn's hugs, and his arms that wrap all the way around me and hold me close.