Friday, July 22, 2011
I read this today. A short story that I found both mundane and haunting at the same time. Simple and plain and... complex. Truly amazing craft. I discovered it in my old book of O. Henry Prize-winning short fiction from 2002. Something I bought after I graduated college, probably with thoughts that I could, like, write a book or something, and avoid getting a real job... I've always written short stories. I've written loads of beginnings of stories. Kind of had this vague idea that I wanted to finish a book before I turned 30. FAIL! But lately, I have at least been coming back to a few of those beginnings and fleshing them out a bit. Then today, I read this, and I am reminded of how far my writing skills have left to grow before I am ready to submit to anyone for review (much less to a reputable publication). I am inspired and I am discouraged, just a little.