Despite being bedridden for days, I’ve managed to make minor progress with my short story for school. 2,700 words. I need at least 3,000. Tell me, what do girls talk about with boys in bars late at night? On second thought, don’t answer that. This is not that kind of story. I need more conversation! For someone who can talk til her mouth runs dry, why can’t I write authentic conversation?
I’ve read half of the Essential Short Stories book. The Vincent O’Sullivan is still my favourite, but there’s also a fantastic one in there by Sarah Quigley, and also Katherine Mansfield’s classic The Doll House.
Posted some new poems at sundayscars.wordpress.com. At least I rarely struggle with those.