Checking the mail was a fun experience today. I found out that my short story, "Fiona's Secret" will be published in Cantilevers, Florida Southern College's Journal of the Arts. I was fairly confident the review committee would select the story...it's about a woman with a secret that she cannot even mention to her best friend. A guilt plagues her to such a degree that she ends up wishing for her best friend's death and struggling with the dissonance of such a warped perception of reality. Good stuff...definitely worth the time to read...and I'm not just saying it because I know the writer intimately.
I found "The Chub" last night. This is a small, thick spiral notebook that I had carried around with me for several weeks last winter and spring. Its sole purpose was to be an immediate reservoir for any brilliant ideas I had during the day. The only thing I ever wrote in there (besides grocery lists and bill schedules) was during my family's reunion-birthday-anniversary cruise last January. My words were interesting, and I clearly remembered writing them on the little boat that took my aunt, sister, and cousin to go snorkeling in the Bahamas. The funny part was that I wrote about how the breeze was making the weariness "seep from my bones". I read it yesterday while I was home from work. That is, after I was sent home for nearly fainting during a class. Apparently, the look of my skin was so bad that my students thought I was pulling a Halloween prank. While driving myself home, I was thinking about the recent events that led me to the afternoon and how embarra
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