252 words and 29 hours to go
okay, okay you can all stop fucking yourselves. well, that is if you so choose to stop. you however feel free to just keep masturbating away.
i had lunch with my FFJ and she helped talk me down from the storytelling ledge. she listened and then we talked about some stuff, and then we talked about the story some more and then we talked about how The Vodo is kinda like samson now that he has short hair, then we talked about the short story some more.
it was fucking awesome. i guess sometimes you need someone to bring you back to center. now it’s time to nosegrindstonepedalmedal and all that stuff and see if i can’t get this junk out on the paper.
because really, the world does not need to hear me singing “Time after Time.”
like i was telling my friend, ‘Mats Fan Wolf (last seen attributed on Jim Walsh’s blog) that with FFJ’s help the story has gone from super duper shitty to just kinda shitty. in the world of short stories, that’s like 14 levels of shitty to rise above. it’ll be an impressive feat. if i can do it.
