Eccentric Flower:199810/at last the end of the story
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twenty-two october ninety eight two p m at last the end of the story I am feeling much better now. I write about my mental woes in order to get them out into the daylight, where they are laughable. This enables me to get rid of them. I wrote a lot of words last night, almost completing one of the stories which has been hanging over my head like the sword of you-know-who. (We're over quota for classical references this month.) I have been working on this story in fits and starts, as it grew like Topsy. Originally I had thought to write it in a single session. That didn't happen. This morning I finished it - slowly, in the breaks while I was working - and that's why this entry is so late in the day. The problem is, now that I've finished it, I don't know what I have. Perhaps you can tell me. It's in the story area, as ever, and it's called "The Tale Of the Defiled Convent." You be the judge. Note: the story does contain a sex scene, if you're squeamish about that sort of thing. You will also notice another story on there which you may not have seen if you check that site periodically. This "new" story was actually written in the first quarter of this year. It's called "Feedback." The reason I didn't post it was not because I didn't like it - quite the contrary, I'm rather fond of the story. Unfortunately I submitted it to a publisher with an enormous backlog, and since I feel that putting it on the web breaches first serial rights, I couldn't put it in public view while that was pending. It's still pending - I have received neither acceptance, rejection, nor even acknowledgement of submission - and given that the publisher is so backlogged that it will take a month to even answer my query, I have given up and simply put it out where people can read it. It's a pity - given times like that, I don't imagine I'll send them anything again, and not only were they one of the only markets for certain kinds of material, the publisher is an acquaintance of mine. But if no one can read a story, what good is it?
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