Way, way back in undergrad, in my very first creative writing class, we were given a series of biographical essays so that we could confront “the auto-biographical impulse.” For (haha) personal reasons, I hate self-disclosure. This is sometimes why I do it too – like lancing a wound. Then, hopefully, it will heal over – and I can pretend not to exist or have feelings anymore. Yeah, not a great idea – but there it is.
Long story really short…I’ve decided to trim off the rest of what I’d previously said. I don’t think it was inappropriate sharing exactly, just not entirely appropriate.
On a happy note, I submitted 3 short stories to different markets last month. Still no word back. Also, I’ve successfully moved from St. Louis back to Harrisburg, PA. Yay, me.