Turned in my second story last night, and it’s being read today for critique tomorrow.
This time, I feel much less anxiety. I mean, this time I know it’s crap, and I know the issues that are wrong with it.
But it’s very different from what I submitted last week, which I feel is like a palate cleanser after all that Victorian mannerism. This is contemporary, profanity-laden, funny (I hope), and contains the first sex scene submitted for crit so far. Also, a talking dog.
No, the dog is not involved in the sex scene. Perverts.
My take on having written this story: “Fuck it.”