“On a Tuesday I see myself as so gifted that I think the cornflakes I left over for breakfast should immediately be wrapped and sent to some Literary Museum for bronzing and held for posterity… Come around on Thursday and I will grovel at your feet to take me on as a shipping clerk in a dockside factory that manufactures ‘I Love New York’ ashtrays. My confidence not only blows with the wind but is susceptible to the currents caused by a butterfly at rest.”
-Neil Simon, The Collected Plays of Neil Simon, Vol.2
One page from this story was written over two years ago… and then another page a year later. It wasn’t until last summer that I wrote a complete first draft. This is becoming a reoccurring process: fermentation in the brain for long periods of time before pen goes to paper, fingers to keys. Workshopping the story with a first reader and my writing group during the revision process was invaluable. After submitting the story, an acceptance letter from the prolific Roxane Gay, co-editor of PANK, was fantastic news!
More online fiction:
“Little Hawk” in Little Fiction
“Rivals” in Joyland
“The Promise of Puppies” in Dragnet Magazine
“Hybrid Love” in Lies with Occasional Truth