I just wrote a fucking good story. Not great, brilliant, or anything like that. But good. It's fucking good, and I am very happy. Just editing it now.
Tomorrow I need to go to the Post Office and get envelopes, so I can send out submissions.
But I'm very pleased with my story, and wanted to share that.
No, you can't read it! It still needs to be perfected. And edited. But it's there. It exists. And it didn't until I wrote it.
That is a very heady feeling.
- LV
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