I hit a snag with a short story I wrote recently. The story was so sad I had trouble editing it. Every time I tried to proof read it, I ended up crying so much I couldn't see the words clearly. It didn't matter how many times I read through it, I kept breaking down.
So its very good or very bad. Either way, if there are mistakes, I can't see them through the tears. Can't release it yet as it has been entered into competitions.
The photo on the right is of a piece of artwork called Discarded Memories.
I called my short story Hope but maybe I should have called it Crushed Memories.
Chakaia Booker, American, born 1953, Discarded Memories, 2008, tires, wood, metal, and paint
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