I'm working on a short story that has been giving me all kinds of shit. I can't explain it properly but I've just known it wasn't ready; it wasn't right, something wasn't working. And this goddamn story has been sitting there, swinging its legs back and forth and shooting me the middle finger every now and then.
But then I hit on a style change; I changed the voice of the story and it all kind of fell into place. I was talking in character but at the same time, I poured a lot of my own frustrations and bitterness into his monologue. And it works, I think.
Once again, all it took was once tiny little shift in perception. One small click of the dial, nothing major. No great epiphany. I was avoiding putting myself into the story. I seem to need to learn this over and over and over again.
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