I submitted a piece today to Matchbook Lit. It was last minute because I’d forgotten the deadline was today and then was spending too much time editing it when it was supposed to be a finished piece.
It was another grief piece. What can I say? I have a lot to process. It is cyclical and sometimes tiring, but it is freeing when I complete a piece for sure. Like breaking off a bit of rot.
I also did a quick 100-word piece for
I love his prompts and they make for great exercises and I have expanded a few into larger pieces.
I am working on a piece based around a “Daymare” prompted for my love of daytime horror and of course, actual nightmares, and happenings in my own life. It starts with that certain type of light. You know that means bad weather or could be a bad omen.
It is 317 words. I hope to shave off about 95 words if possible. We’ll see.
When I am not writing, I am reading The Collected Stories of Lydia Davis. I picked it up in a thrift haul. Reading the longer pieces on the Metra and the shorter ones when on the Red Line.
