Actually, I am. But that’s not what I mean. I spent some of last week rewriting a short story that I’d written a few years ago. And then I entered it in a contest. I think I might be losing my mind.
Wasn’t it about a year ago that I said I didn’t like them and didn’t want to read or write them? I think I have Patti Abbott to thank or kill for this. Also Megan Abbott who asked me to write a story for A Hell of A Woman.
What I’m getting at here is that suddenly all I want to write are short stories. I see the beauty of it now. Not only in the form but in the time one has to devote to it. And the almost instant gratification which I’m a great believer in.
Maybe this is what I’m meant to do right now. Don’t care. I’m doing it.