Over the course of the past 3 years, like most writers I’ve responded to all sorts of writing contests and competitions, whether for reward or just plain fun. Some of them have had humble success – say, published in an anthology not assembled by mainstream editors. I realized not long ago that they were all rather melancholy. I didn’t set down to write a string of downer stories, one after another. I only realized when I looked at them together that I’d been barfing out a lot of grief, and lo and behold, this must have been the way I dealt with the grief of losing both of my parents. Diary of a Small Fish – the beginning of my little fiction foray – was begun less than six months after my father passed away in August of 2007.
So as Step Two in the grand scheme to get stuff out there, I have self-published six of the stories in an anthology called Uneasy Living, which is now available on Smashwords and Amazon for a mere 99 cents.
Feel free to tell me how maudlin and sentimental I am. I’ve heard it all before.
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