I was born in a small town. That’s not a quote from John Cougar Mellencamp; it’s the truth. My hometown, which shall remain nameless here since it is sometimes easy to identify a person by such a small place, is who I am. We are defined by where we’re from. After spending my first decade, which I didn’t realize was a decade at the time, in my hometown we moved. We moved to an even smaller town. A community of less than a thousand. Industrial, dirty, and drug-ridden. I began to write. Like most restless minds in small towns, I wanted to escape. When I first saw the city, I was enamored. So many people. So much excitement. So little community. This week I received the happy news that my story “Prom Night Redux” was accepted for publication by Exterminating Angel Press: the Magazine . (More details to follow.) The story is close to my heart. It is a story about being from a small town and wanting...
Blog of a struggling writer.