Wednesday, September 8, 2010


so i gave some of my short stories and poems to my mother for her to read. she read settin' the woods on fire, which is, by far, my most favorite of my own stories. she called me up the next day to tell me after reading it she went to bed and woke up with an uneasy feeling.

i can either take that as (1) she's creeped out and thinks i'm going to be the next aileen wournus, or (2) i was very effective with my portrayal of those backwoods old farts who love to go night fishing.

i think i'll go with (2), which is much more of a compliment.

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