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02 March, 2005
Self-promotional
My dad tells me that the most important lesson he learned in this country (through, apparently, the painful process of getting it wrong for a long time) was that you'll never get anywhere in America if you don't toot your own horn. "Americans are very good at talking about what they do," he more or less said.
So, here's this ultra-short piece of fiction I wrote last night. I haven't written much of anything recently, fiction-wise, which sucks, because I love it. But somehow I can't, right now. I'm trying to ease myself back into it with ultra-short pieces (thus avoiding problems of narrative craft, character development, and the like).
So, here's this ultra-short piece of fiction I wrote last night. I haven't written much of anything recently, fiction-wise, which sucks, because I love it. But somehow I can't, right now. I'm trying to ease myself back into it with ultra-short pieces (thus avoiding problems of narrative craft, character development, and the like).
