If you’ve written me requesting the password, please know this:
It ain’t just one post.
Oh no.
I wish it were, but it ain’t. It’s more like 30 to 40 posts. There’s just no way in heaven or hell to tell the whole ridiculous saga in one post. So please know in advance that this will be a time-consuming, enervating, frustrating experience for you. Although, if it makes you feel any better, probably less so for you than it’s been for me.
But I’m dead serious here: Think it through first. Decide if you want to make that kind of investment in a stupid story with an ultimately unsatisfying ending.
Way to sell it, Trace.
(There’s a query letter for you: “XYZ is a stupid story with an ultimately unsatisfying ending.”)
I’m telling you, though. You’ll agree with that assessment when all is said and done.
(Also, I’ll be sending out the password as I get closer to posting the first post. If you haven’t gotten it yet, that’s why.)
We all love you, you goof. We’re not investing in a story, we’re investing in our friend. All in.
I live for stupid unsatisfying stories that leave me enervated.
I sat through The Tree of Life recently, I guarantee your story will be better than that stink pile. Don’t be so hard on yourself, we’re here through the pleasures and the pain.
What nightfly said. It’s not about the story, it’s about you.
Yeah, what nightfly said.
And sheila.
I’ll confess – part of why I want to read these stories is because, even though I’m sure they’re sheer horror, you are such a good story-teller. Well-told stories, even (maybe especially?) when they are about unpleasant things are good for the soul.
We are family. Yurt-dwelling compadres. I’m in, too.