On my short story bullshit

Just needed to capture the feelings of snootiness I have had as I’ve randomly been engorging a few short stories as of late. It’s so pretentious and I love it.

Longform.org, a long-time fave site of mine, has a cache of stories.

Roxane Gay’s book club, which I’m following this year, this month’s choice is Milk Blood Heat, by Dantiel W. Moniz is a collection of stories. Going to start reading that today. I’m over on Goodreads, where I routinely rate the books I’ve read and leave a review, too. I feel like I should have more books read, but then recall that’s exactly what I’m trying to do this year. As the great philosopher, Stormi Webster, says: “Patience Patience Patience.”

I still have a massive anthology of short stories from a college class, The Story and Its Writer, edited by Prof. Ann Charters. Way to go selling your own text to the class. I’m pretty sure she told us when she lost her virginity?? Hmmm. Fall 2004 was something, ya’ll!

Same, Snoopy. Same.