Debt that is.
It seems I owe everybody something. I owe student loan companies money. I owe my job time. I owe this blog’s readership a post (which I hope to pay in full now).
Deeper and deeper. Up to my armpits. My cat needs his litter changed. My bird needs his seed. My garden, water. My novel, words. My stomach, food.
The world as a tar pit. Or quicksand.
I wake up in the morning unsure of the day. I’m pulling full garbage cans in before the trucks come, and taking empty ones out too late in the week. I’m mowing grass that hasn’t grown while I harvest vegetables that have yet to ripen.
Either time has been going too fast, or it’s stopped.
Either I’m still asleep, or I’m dead.
Did I just write this? Or did the words create me?
I know. You’re reading this and wondering what I’m on. No worries, I just felt like doing some real writing on here for once. That was like a practice session for my stories and such.
So, to pull you out of the deep end, I have had a couple of small story sales. I normally don’t submit to low-paying publications, but I had these 100-word flash pieces sitting around that I didn’t know what to do with.
Anywho, I’ve had two of these accepted to Every Day Fiction, for publication in the coming months.
8 thoughts on “In it up to my armpits…”
Three Cheers for you Tony!
Plus I really enjoyed this post.
…fess up you tried the Voodoo Doll thing right?
Actually, I do believe you owe me money!
Seriously, congrats on the Every Day Fictions sales. Onya, mate.
Thanks Anita. I’m glad my semi-paranoid jabberings made for good reading.
Clyde, than you. Hopefully I’ll be able to stack some more substantial sales on top very soon.
Dude, it sounds like you need a holiday.
Congratulations on the sales.
I am because I write or I write because I am…? 🙂
Congrats on the short story sales!
Almost sounds like my week.
Congrats on the sales!
Dude, you’ve been reading my diary, haven’t you? 😮
‘Grats on the sales. Even the little ones add up over time.
Thanks everybody. Sorry I haven’t replied in a while, but things are getting away from me at this late date. I hope to catch up with you all soon.
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