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.
The title of this post is a bit of a misnomer. Just this morning I said, "I'm having a hard time getting it together right now." I'm in one of those periods when showing up is the best I can offer, and I can't even guarantee that. That said, I just popped on here to share that I'm struggling. I'm dealing with a lot of loss right now. Some of it is easy to spot. Some of it I've tucked away because it's either terribly painful or terribly embarrassing--at least to me. Some of it was inevitable. Some of it was a surprise. All of it rises up into the center of my chest and begs me to stop for a moment to acknowledge it. It's doing that right now even as I type this. I'm having a hard time getting it together right now.
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