Here’s where I tell you I didn’t make it. Consider the 200 short stories for 2020 challenge, failed.
Every story I share on this blog has been rewritten at least twice. I only post them when I feel like I’m not just sharing some random nonsense. These are not throwaways stories, and I’m not about to post trash as if this was a lousy subreddit. I probably wrote enough pages for more than 200 short stories, but very few of those make it to pieces I’m comfortable sharing.
Does that mean I’m done? Probably not until I die. A long time ago, I made a blood oath with my future self, vowing to never stop writing.
What happens now? I’ll keep posting as if 2020 will just never end. So, if you want to check out my stories, look for the 200 Short Stories category.
Thank you for visiting this seriously irrelevant site and indulging my lunacy online.