So I wrote this thing. A story thing. I wrote it and been editing it for a few months and feel like it's something special.
I've been sending it out to various journals and magazines, looking for a home, possibly a paying home.
But so far, no dice.
Could it be stronger?
Less weird<-->Less conventional?-->
Should more happen? Or less?
It's the pushmi-pullyu of the writer.
I want to trust my ear, my voice, my words. And yet I want to be open to making it better.
Such a metaphorical situation: confidence vs. humility.
May the best noun win.
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