I once had an “s/o” who used to criticize me for, among other things, constantly feeling the need to publish my work (belittled to that still demeaning term, “blogging”) ad nauseum on all social media outlets. He would taunt and lord his superiority over me, remarking of his own writing, “I’m not just doing it for the likes,” as though to emphasize precisely how frivolous … Continue reading “I’m Not Just Doing It For the Likes”: Does Writing Mean Anything If No One Sees It?
When my father began rowing the boat, I felt a surge of excitement. “Dad! How long will it take to get there?” “Maybe an hour.” “Oh. This water looks really deep.” “It is. I believe it goes down to around five-hundred feet in some places.” “Wow! Are there any monsters in the lake?” “Ernest, that’s just in fiction. Monsters only live in the imagination.” “Do … Continue reading Monster in the Lake by Paul Kindlon