'I am distracted; I am weary to the bottom of my soul; sorrow lies heavy on my heart; and yet I am expected to sit down and write! And this is called "living"!'
-excerpt from "Hush", Selected Stories
I am writing a first draft of a short story. Early drafts often feel masochistic and I want to run away, but alas, I know I would only find other, less satisfying ways to torture myself. I know a few! Thus, I continue and know I will be rewarded with those indescribable glimmers of glee a writer is rewarded with through process.