Ah printing. It’s a blessing right? You don’t have to hand-copy everything. You don’t have to set type. You don’t have to deal with that goopy carbon copy crap. It’s wonderful…
Except when you’re on a deadline and you need to get five copies of a friggin submission printed out in like 5 minutes or you’re going to be late and there’s your happy little printer, chugging along like the Little Engine-Printer that Could but it’s still not quite fast enough and you’ll be at your desk staring at it, willing it to PRINT FASTER but it won’t listen to you, and you just know (know!) it’s doing it on purpose.
And then, because five submissions of 50 pages each is pretty long, you have to keep filling the paper, being reminded of what a horrible, horrible enviornmentalist you are.
Really what you need is a critique group in a bar.
Jenny writes dark fiction that her mother hates. Her stories and essays have appeared in Across the Margin, Pantheon, Shimmer, Black Denim Lit, Skive, and others. When she’s not writing her own stuff, she’s reading mysteries for Criminal Element. When she’s not writing fiction or reviews, she’s writing/directing/performing/designing plays at Springs Ensemble Theatre.