Let's Take This Offline
I’m looking for subscribers who would be open to reading my stories as I prepare to submit them. I’ve stopped posting stories here, but I’m still at it. I’ve been hunched over my laptop writing furiously, swapping out red typewriter ribbon, throwing reams of paper into the air, kicking chairs (but not so loudly I wake Mel at two in the morning), and generally, you know, writing fiction. Add this paragraph to the pile.
Here’s what’s in play:
A faux piece of long-form journalism about a legendary tattoo artist of full-body tattoos, the art world, and the inability to see the beauty in front of our paintbrushes. This might also be the spine of a strange novel.
The prose-poem I very briefly excerpted a few weeks back called The Ark where God buries New York City under slow, incremental snowfall.
Flash fiction of four drafts of an obituary.
A short story about a groom who has serial weddings (but not marriages), his put-upon best man, original Astroturf, a St. Bernard that skids off a miniature golf course and over a cliff, a wedding in Zorbs… I’ve never written anything farcical before. Very, very difficult.
I don’t really know what I’ll send and when, but I’m looking for readers who can help me “workshop” these pieces as they emerge. I won’t need a book report, but I will need to get in your head a bit.
“Yes, yes, no, no, not so sure, never, okay, come-on-now, maybe yes, you must be kidding…”
Let me know in the comments, through Substack messaging, or email at adambnathan@gmail.com.
It’s not a contest. Family and friends are welcome.