I have a problem figuring out my audience for stories that I write. It makes a huge difference for me–and if I don’t have an audience in mind, I tend to write stories for myself. Most of the time, this is a bad thing. Most people aren’t fascinated by the same things I am, and most people like a little organization, a little plot.
“The Name of the Feather” is the first story that I’ve written for myself that looks like it might–just might–be readable. We’ll see what Lee says later today.
If I didn’t have him as a first reader, I don’t know what I’d do. Disappear into my navel, I guess.