I have been working on a piece for a year and a half.
It is a flash nonfiction piece, only about 400 words.
It’s all dialogue, an experiment I decided to do
Because people tell me I’m good at dialogue.
So I thought, What the hey, I’ll do this short piece!
A year and a half later, I’m almost certain this
Experiment has failed.
Last year, I started writing an essay about
A guy who panhandled in the subway in NYC.
I finally finished a draft after a whole
9 months.
9 months
It took me to write 1,500 words about
This guy and how he made me never want to give him any money
Because he wasn’t actually poor.
Or maybe he was.
Who am I to judge?
(That’s the theme of the essay, if you were wondering.)
So, I’ve submitted the second essay to three outlets,
Christian ones, because I decided to take that bent.
All three said it will take between 4 weeks and
Eternity
To find out if they like my idea.
And I’m still working on that short piece
The 400 word one I’ve been toiling at for
A year and a half
The experiment that has obviously failed.
But I can’t put it aside
Can’t throw it away.
That year and a half is sunk cost
But I refuse to let it be refuse.
I will submit it again
And again
And again
And again
And again
Until it gets published.
That’s the writer’s way.