I gave up trying to write stories and placated myself with an occasional article in the public eye on a website here or a newspaper there. Iim positive I gave many junior editors something to laugh about as they stuffed the form rejection letter into my return envelope. Now I understand why no one ever published my stories. What I had created in my writing attempts were streams of creativity that had moments of literary goodness (at least to my current and somewhat jaded eyes), but lack coherence that ultimately overshadowed any goodness there might have been. I also needed a way to describe my characters better. What I desperately needed was an outline for my stories, a way to map progress towards the resolution. There are moments when the characters seem to awake and become animated when a plot twists just so, but those moments are few and far between. Looking at them now, through the spectacles of time and experience, the stories are dull and hard to follow, even to me. It was interesting to me at the time I wrote them. While there were plots with characters and conflicts that needed resolution my stories didnit flow. I took out some of my early stories recently and read them.
After a while I started believing I was an undiscovered Dean Koontz and all I had to do was write that perfect story, find the right editor, and the rest would be literary history. After all, family and friends who read my efforts dutifully heaped praise on them.
#Storymill mac mac#
Way back, before I bought my first Mac I wrote a bunch of short fiction and believed that what I wrote was good enough for publication. For a very long time Iive wanted to write a book or short story and have it published.
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