The past month or two I have been neglectful of my obligations to this blog. Once more I have fallen into a creative slump. I feel like the weight of my previous actions are finally weighing down on me, and though I won't get crushed beneath it, my words come out sluggishly and without passion.
Last month I received my first email of rejection. From the literary journal Blood Lotus Fiction. I enjoy reading the stories they publish. Unfortunately my short, The Dock, was declined publication. It could be the length of it (or the lack of length), the content, lack of narrative, or that it is already posted on my blog. That is the reason I am currently deluding myself with.
The new year has brought on quite some change. Doing very well in school, not worried about money, and the ample free time I have is spent constructively. But part of me misses the old Dan. The one who earned the name Danimal, living a life of continuous adventure and excitement, free from the needless worries of obligations and goals. The boy whose creed was "it's all good."
I haven't been wild in a long time. I cut off my mane of golden curls. The mischievous boy with an eternal grin replaced by a young man without expression in a matter of weeks. I long for the little devil on my shoulder. I miss the sweet nothings he whispered in my ear. Not malevolent nor evil, just fearless curiosity.
If any of you would like to read any of the stories I am working on, email me. I am no longer posting them on the blog, but I would still love feedback from anyone interested. Let me know.
Much love and dry socks,
Dan
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