Some More of God’s Greatest Mistakes

Well, here I am after much longer than I ever expected spent either at my parents’ home or in Maine, home again. It’s funny how my apartment feels strange and new after only a couple months gone. Home is such a flexible concept in a way. You think of it as a single place, but in a few days or weeks a completely new place can become the One Place and feel like it, too, will stay that way forever.

I think I’m doing well with living, compared to my previous standards. One of the nice things about having set such a low bar for myself is that it takes very little to allow me to look around and see how swimmingly things are going. I haven’t been puking into toilets multiple times a day, or even multiple times a week (imagine!).

I’m not sure what the standard is for success for unpublished writers but I’ve written 6 short stories, 5 of which I’ve judged good enough to submit for publications. I’ve gotten several rejections and not been deterred. I’m working on a new story, with another one on a back burner, still writing daily. All of this, it seems to me, is pretty good if my intention is to keep writing, keep submitting, and hope persistence is the better part of valor in the battle to remove the “unpublished” from my appellation.