I signed up for Write1Sub1 with a lot of optimism and commitment. I thought it would be no big deal, very doable, just one story a month. I put the words, "Short Story," on my calendar every day for the last full week of the month. Now that the last week of the month is approaching, excuses have begun to fill my mind.
They sound something like this:
I don't have time. I just want to work on my novel. I can't do it. I won't find a publisher. My stories suck. Blah blah...blah blah blah....
The bottom line is I don't have a story I'm confident enough to submit or self-publish, and I definitely don't have twelve. I have doubts I can write and polish a new story or just fix up an old one before the end of the month. I don't want my first story to suck. I don't want to publish anything before it's ready. That would definitely scare away my Muse, who is very sensitive about these things.
But last night when I least expected it, I found the ending to a story I started earlier this month - the marionette one. The ending is cute and horribly sad, wonderful and tragic, light and dark, funny and serious. Perfect, right?
So I'm going to do it. I'm going to finish it this weekend, polish it next week, and throw it onto Smashwords as a free read on the 31st. (Maybe, probably, possibly...assuming it's done.)