June 7, 2004
What makes a good story? Fishnet stockings? Cleavage? Or a handsome man with a cleft chin? Language? Others say the plot. I won't find out in one hundred words. But even this is a bit of the puzzle. A tiny shred of movement forward to a larger work, is it not? This adding and adding of words to this and to that, this challenge that I can for one full month muse about anything and all the time I'm moving, moving, forward. The work of writing is difficult and solitary. It's a minefield of rejection – irreprehensible as it may be.