Yesterday I discovered an old story buried in a file. It’s so old I don’t have it on my computer. I read it, remembered it, and liked it. According to my journal, I wrote it thirteen years ago, sent it out once in 2002, once in 2004, twice in 2005, and stopped. What a quitter I am!
I have no business tormenting an old yarn trying to sleep it off in a drawer, especially when I have other stuff with deadlines attached. But I can be so weak! I’m probably wasting time but just a few more tucks here and there and . . . who knows?
Sandy Asher, I know you recently returned to tales of the past and turned some of them into cash. So I hope you’ll understand and approve of my irresponsibility.