I toss story-starts all the time, but if a start to a piece actually takes hold—I see the shape of the whole story, I know how to sweep to its end, the story has, in a way, taken on its own life—then I finish it as the day’s shorty, and if I still don’t like it, I just walk away knowing that one will never be on my submissions list. But before I walk away I craft, and re-craft, and craft again, rendering my crummy story as carefully as I can. It’s a strange feeling, tweaking something I don’t like, but I believe in making anything I write as good as it can be, even if it will never see the light of day.
Working Title: Broken
1st Sentence: Fake it ‘til you make it!
Favorite Sentence: The road to hell is paved with blood spatter, with black eyes covered by makeup, with guns stuffed under the driver’s seat, with stolen pensions, with lies.
Word Length: 271
Photo by Anna Bauer.
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