So I wrote a short story for a short fiction contest. Or, as my brother would point out to me late last night when I told him that I finished my story, "No you finished your FIRST DRAFT." So I finished the first draft of my short story last night. My brother is going to edit it because he calls himself an editor and gets paid to be an editor. But I don't know. I may have other members of my family read it. But not my friends. Because my family are my worst critic. When I told them all the idea I had for my book, they all loved it. Then they said things like, "Well whether you write it or not, thats a good idea." And, "I of course have had a million good ideas just like that, but never wrote a book." And, "That sounds like it would be a good short story, or vignette, or anecdote." So I decided to start it has a short story, and you know what? I could only fit about a third of the ideas I had into the short story. So there. So it is a novel. Or it will be. Actually, I was very relieved when I talked the whole thing out to my family because it made me more excited about it and I got caught up in the telling of it. Which I think is a good sign. And I wasn't worried about their reaction because I knows they's all bitches. One of the contests I am entering says that the finalists will be considered for representation by some different agents. So I think that being able to expand this particular short story into a novel is a good thing, since that is probably what they want. I'm so excited!
September 5, 2006
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You should send it to us because we are practically family, or at least I am in the family way, and you must be aware that there really is no one more critical (of my body) than Steve. You can ask William Evans, if you don't believe us. Once he sent us a script he wrote and we improved it at least ten fold. Maybe twelve fold. Or eleven. Anyway, we added a tiger, I think. And a giant, boiling cauldron of Jap'o'noodle soup.
Steve reminds me that it was a jaguar, not a tiger, which is even better. I think your short story could really be improved with the addition of a Great Beast.
So funny you should mention Bag of Assholes, which was of course the name of the rewrite that steve gave to will. I happen to have a copy and was just perusing it yesterday. It is exactly the real reason why I won't give my story to my friends to read. Because they will only mock it and then make it far better than anything I could ever write. And it was a jaguar. I should post it here. Maybe I will. Maybe. I. Will. Steve will be happy to know that my story does include an essay called, "The Acting" that he might remember. And you might remember it to! I can't remember if you were around then or not. I think not.
Yes! I remember The Acting! Now there's the person you should have edit your story.
Ah! The Acting. Now that is good righting!
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