Writer. Feminist. Historian. Person.
Determined to shake off the misery for just one day, Margaret vowed to adhere to her self-imposed 24-hour digital detox. Word puzzles filled her first hour. A quick trip to Trader Joe’s for flowers was next. All was good, but then she caught sight of her woebegone expression in the revolving door. Without thinking, she clicked on Insta and the dopamine rush cast a temporary “woe-be-gone” enchantment. Damn, she had failed again! Oh well, there’s always tomorrow.
I tell myself I write for the love of writing. I tell myself it’s OK if no one else reads it. I tell myself that something can be good even if no one else *likes* it. I tell myself ….
But …
And what about …
And if a tree falls in a forest is its death worth it if nobody reads my stuff?! (Wait. I think I screwed up that reference.)
So …
I cannot deny it’s pretty damn cool when someone else DOES like it.
I submitted this piece to The Drabble and long story short (literally–it had to be less than 100 words) they liked it. They really liked it! (Apologies to Sally Field for stealing (and then messing with) her line. No apologies to those who don’t get that reference. You have your youth–so there’s that!)
So go visit it and give it a LIKE (if you like). You can find #foreveryes at The Drabble
Tina Stewart Brakebill 