I finally broke down and bought new toner for my laser printer. I had the manuscript for my autobiography (no, it isn’t finished yet – I’m still alive, aren’t I?) as well as two collections of short fiction I wanted to print. Just because I can’t find a publisher doesn’t mean I can’t have copies on my bookshelves. And living on a small government pension pretty much eliminates the idea of self-publishing, so the trusty laser and corner copy shop for binding it is.
It has been a while since I looked at the fiction and I found that reading these was, in some cases, like finding a new author. I’d forgotten some of them, so each page seemed like a brand new story. And I must admit, some of this stuff is really good, even if I must say so myself.
Once I’ve finished and have added them to the bookshelves, I’ll have something else to read, and some of the shorter pieces may find their way onto this blog under the general heading “weekend fiction”. That way, you can decide if they are as good as I think.
Enjoy your day, try to stay warm and remember to hug an artist – we need love too.