HeavenSkyy

Well, I'm published. Kind of. I found this cool new website, kind of like a community blog, where you can post any kind of writing and have people comment on it. They also have some contests. It's not the New York Times, but it's still pretty neat, and hopefully a couple of positive comments will stop me from getting to discouraged. You can find it at heavenskyy.com.

I'm on my second draft of the short story I've been writing. It can only be 1,500 words, so I've adopted Hemingway's Iceberg Theory. Obviously, I'm no Hemingway, but I've actually been enjoying the constraint of the word count. It's interesting to think more about what you don't want to say than what you do want to say. He did say Baby Shoes ("For sale: baby shoes, never worn.") was his best work.

My short story is about a woman banished from a wonderful place. We don't know why. The story follows her leaving and the realizations she has. I realized today a lot of my fiction revolves around loss. Whether it be the loss of home, death, or a estranged friend. It's kind of weird. Also, my stories are never very happy. But I find that less weird. I mean, fairy tales are bullshit. There is no happily ever after. I don't mean to be emo, because that's not who I am at all, but I've always found that true happiness is short lived. Which is should be. I mean, what is happiness without struggle? What is sleep without ever being awake. God! I sound like I just took philosophy 101. Not to be a tool, but I think a lot of life is bittersweet. And that's enough rambling for me.

So, the weekend is here, and as a poor unemployed bastard that means very little.

Have one one me.

Your friend,

McGonz