The past week or so has been a pretty intense exercise in wrapping up works-in-progress. As an unemployed, stay-at-home college grad, I’ve gotten all too comfortable with my life in a state of quiet inadequacy. “Comfortable” isn’t really the word. I’m restless. And I’m trying to fix it.
- I’ve sent enquiry emails on jobs I’ve applied for.
- I’m haphazardly attempting to compile a polished portfolio of flash fiction for SmokeLong Quarterly‘s Kathy Fish Fellowship, whose application is due this Friday. To my fellow
flashers(no, that’s terrible) flash fiction writers: consider applying for this amazing opportunity here! It’s a great chance for new writers to get published (and paid) in a tremendously prestigious way.
- I’ve submitted a few of my short pieces to a handful of lit mags hoping one of them will find a home in print. I’ll keep you posted when I get news on that!
A response to The Daily Post’s prompt, “unfinished.”
I think you can tell by the sheer volume of responses to this particular prompt that incompleteness is a theme that resonates with many of us here on WordPress. A writer’s work is never done. Best case scenario is that someone publishes your work so you can stop thinking about it. (Fingers crossed!)