Fiction 59: Redux
I'm of course tortured by the insipid thought that my entries never actually even got where they needed to go.
Well, I didn't win. I didn't even place. Not that I was really expecting to. The Chico News & Review published the mentionables and I read them. Some were good, others not so good. Perhaps I'm bitter.
I'm of course tortured by the insipid thought that my entries never actually even got where they needed to go. I submitted them via email to someone I don't know who gave me no indication (via any sort of reply) whether or not they were successfully received, or anything. They wandered off and disappeared into the occasional vast electronic void that is the Internet.
It is my firm belief that email as a communication medium should be treated with a great deal of respect. Take the time to read. Take the time to write. Take the time to proof-read. Take the time to reply. In general, take the time to invest effort in to whatever it is you are communicating. As written communication, it is, after all, a persistent reflection of its communicator.
All ambiguity and bickering aside, the exercise was fun. I think I'll do more such things. Thanks to Fred for the encouraging comment.