I can be indecisive. Really, really indecisive.
Today, our writers’ club will devote its meeting to practice readings, in preparation for our annual event, L’Audible Art, in which members read their poetry, short stories, etc. Each of us who opts to do a reading has five minutes.
Until this morning, I had not decided what I would read. I’ve been going back and forth between two stories, both of which were surreal fantasy. But I really wanted to read something a little less fluffy. So, finally this morning, I decided on a dramatic action vignette. It’s a revised version of something I posted here yesterday. I called it “Mistake.” The revised version, which I worked on last night and this morning, is called “Sliding Toward the Edge.”
I’ve practiced reading it this morning, as well as an absurd little whimsy story called “The Story of Steve.” I may take copies of both with me to the meeting; I could change my mind again.
Actually, I’d like to read both of them, but each writer must select only one. I think I’ve made up my mind. I think.