Looks like I brought the wrong disk.

Anyhow, the entries included QT and some lines from the stories as promised. Sickness intervened in the family. Not quite a great frame of mind from where to write. Besides, there are species of humans who just need to be written about, sundry and all and I am not quite finished putting them in the more lighted angles, where you can see their veins--all lovable works of the anatomy. That kind of stuff.

I got my first rejection letter for a story which is a fine ground to start working again. More stuff that wouldn't require editors to uncrack. Learn and learn and it oculd work. If the tummy is not just so cranky to begin with, there could be more words to spread. Yet, disease and what not halts the writing process. I did say no more life to the winding sentences. But creativity isn't a box of boundaries. Saying it directly and plainly is not a short story appetizer for me. I like the lurks; just like a forest with their tall trees and muted sways of wind and yet one sees the bedrock of rocks as the visual coup de grace. I just need one reader to understand the paragraphs and then everything will be all right. Good start though.

Will post the entries that I omitted copying here. Hopefully, Mr. Pitt too will notice (funnier and funniest, adjectives in the superlatives).

See you soon again, invisible visitors to this space.