"You can't fix it. You can't make it go away.
I don't know what you're going to do about it,
But I know what I'm going to do about it. I'm just
going to walk away from it. Maybe
A small part of it will die if I'm not around
feeding it anymore."
How to tell a story
Friday, April 15, 2016
A memoir I mailed to someone was rejected and returned unopened. Wasn't a personal friend but a professional colleague. What's that about? Sometimes dismissal feels like a blacklist. I think I've been in this town too damn long.