Am I Memorex will not be resuming from where I stalled out. I will instead rewrite and finish and edit the story before posting it.
I think the hundred words a day was a nice experiment but it's not me. When
I write I do a lot of rewriting as I write. This means that until I'm done, nothing is set in stone. So eighteen parts in and I realized that I needed to go back and rewrite about half of what I'd written.
From now on I'll be posting only finish or nearly finished stories like yesterdays post. Which means that the volume of posts is going to drop to around once maybe twice a week.
I feel kind of bad for failing at posting a serial story but I think I can produce more stories by not shackling myself to just one.
I'll be back later this week with another story. Till then "Keep watching the skies." or somthing.
About Me
- Gilly
- I'm trying to be more me. I'm trying to find my me-ness. It's hard because I've been taught that I am not acceptable. I am less than other people. I am a woman who was born male. I've been taught this is a bad thing to admit. People will want to hurt me because of it. People may kill me because of it. People will treat me as less than a person because of it. I'm so tired of not being me. This is me. I am a woman. I was born male. These two facts are not related. Please listen to what I am saying: I am a woman. Every he, his, sir, man is a slur against my identity. Every she, her, ma'am, woman is an affirmation to my identity. I want to believe this but it's hard when the message I've see everywhere is that I am less than.
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