I have told this story millions of times. I have written in approximately thirty times.
I condensed those thirty pages into one piece. And then I edited and revised the shit out of it, because that’s what it takes to be a real writer. (That’s what the professionals tell me, anyway. A lot of the time I think JRR Tolkien just sat down and spat out 1000 pages of LOTR and never had to change a word)
Then I submitted it to Untucked Magazine. They decided it was worthy of publication. Which means I am forever indebted to them for allowing me to swear terribly at a place that isn’t my blog.
Please take some time out of your very busy days and head over to Untucked (click the word, sillies!) to read how I became the foxy person I am today. Hint: It involves no foxes.
Though there is a lot of swearing, so if you have a delicate sensibility (why are you reading my blog, of all things?), you may want to have a Catholic priest standing by for a confession afterwards.
I’m just looking out for your souls. You know, like I do.