Last night I was going through some of the boxes under the bed, which is a scary proposition, believe me! I found a bag of winter sweaters (which I'll need soon enough), a box of books, and the flower-patterned box that I used to put finished stories in after I wrote them. There are a few in there; my mom and I used to challenge each other with short lists of words we had to incorporate into a story, and the results are in that box. The best thing, though, is a story called "The Tale of the Three Princesses".
I wrote that one when I was recovering from round 1 (ding, ding!) with Depression, and that story was the first sign I had that I was getting better. It's kind of a fractured fairy tale, incorporating the tales of Cinderella, Snow White and Rapunzel. I re-read it last night, and though I'd do some editing, I still think it's good- entertaining, anyway.
I don't know why I'm sharing this, really. I'm thinking about posting it on one of my other blogs after I do the editing that I mentioned. There aren't many places to try to try to get short fiction published anymore, are there? I know Stephen King has lamented this (in his book "On Writing", which I really enjoyed). Oh, well- so I can't make money off of 'er. It just feels good to have created something I can be proud of, and to share that with people.
I'm babbling now. Congratulations to you if you've followed me this far on this one... I hope I'll find time in the future to do more writing, though I really don't know when. Between looking after my baby, a friend's baby during the week and trying to find time to do my toy business (plus I'll be going back to work part-time in September)... well, we'll see. I'm not giving up sleep, though. No, sir. Love the sleep.



