So it’s Sunday, and I’ve finally, finally finished my short story that was due at 6:00 on Friday.
It’s now almost 3:00 pm on Sunday.
It was pointed out in class that no one had written about sex yet, and after that, every one after that (so far) had some sexual element in it.
I tried to do something different, although with that sort of invitation, it was kind of hard to resist writing some sort of straight-up sex scene.
Mary Gaitskill has this way of writing about the ugly and the sordid and making it something sweet an intimate. At least some times, I think. I doubt I was as successful as she, but that was what I was going for. It’s only version 1.5 (and very, very late), but I’m rather proud of it, actually.
Of course, it hasn’t been torn apart yet. That might make a huge difference.
Lyrical Fool 