I hate how editing yourself to avoid using foul language lends itself to a perception that you’re backwards or rustic. I’ve been known to give vent to some serious cussin’ when the situation warranted it. I make a conscious choice not to swear and expressing myself means I sound like an escapee from “Pettycoat Junction”. Irritating.
So what I wanted to talk about was the fact that my published stories on Indieblogger have taken off to the Bermuda Triangle. Not sure where IB is going these days but, assuming it is at an end, I need to find a way to make sure that I have a place to throw my work up at. I’ll repost the ‘winning’ stories – the ones that got published and start looking for another online short story publishing zone. Suggestions are welcome.
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