Three weeks ago I mentioned that I was writing a new short story. If you followed me on Twitter on Saturday and Sunday, you may have noticed that I was writing furiously on the story. I had a deadline to meet, after all.
Yesterday I finished the story. The first draft weighed in a little shy of 13,000 words.
I read the story fresh this morning. It worked.
This afternoon, after some rewriting and some cutting, I set the story free and sent it off to the editor.
I liked it. It’s different.
There’s philosophy and sociology and metaphysics and history and religion.
There’s sunlight and there’s storms. There’s anger and there’s love.
And there’s baseball.
Yes, I wrote a baseball story.
It’s called “The Ginger Kid.”
I’ll have more details when I can share them.
This one feels good. 🙂