A less-than-seamless merger of Something Along the Way and Fiction Friday. Neither with a picture. This time I'll paint you a picture.
Nay, I'll write -- you paint.
Imagine me, along the way, reading Fiction. No, not a fantastic sentence, but a clear one. It's focused.
Me---> Moving---> Fiction.
Reading the fantastic words of The Moth Magazine.
It's got itself some quality, my friends.
(And each rejection from them stings sweetly.)
Read any, I dare promise any, piece on Moth site or on Moth paper, and enjoy.
And so, along the way, I fictioned. Merger complete.
Ah, damnit. I can't live without the picture.
Nay, I'll write -- you paint.
Imagine me, along the way, reading Fiction. No, not a fantastic sentence, but a clear one. It's focused.
Me---> Moving---> Fiction.
Reading the fantastic words of The Moth Magazine.
It's got itself some quality, my friends.
(And each rejection from them stings sweetly.)
Read any, I dare promise any, piece on Moth site or on Moth paper, and enjoy.
And so, along the way, I fictioned. Merger complete.
Ah, damnit. I can't live without the picture.
Just a happily, cluttered corner along the way.
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