To give you a taster:
I would like to tell you what I will not be talking about. I won’t be:The rest of the post here.
1. Talking about the short story collection as the victim of the narrow-minded publishing industry, how sad it all is, if only they could all wise up etc…etc..
2. Trying to persuade the readers of this blog to abandon all novels and move wholeheartedly and exclusively to short story collections because they are far superior
3. Saying things like, “Well, in this day and age, with the diminishing attention spans and tiny screens on mobile devices, shouldn’t short stories just be a perfect fit?”
None of the above, I feel, does anything to inspire readers. Who wants to read the “poor short story” that no-one thinks is really as good as a novel? Do short story writers want to be read out of pity? I don’t think so.
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Where Go The Boats?
(1)
Dark brown is the river,
Golden is the sand.
It floats along forever,
With trees on either hand.
(2)
Green leaves a-floating,
Castles of the foam,
Boats of mine a-floating
Where will all come home?
(3)
On goes the river
And out past the mill,
Away down the valley,
Away down the hill.
(4)
Away down the river,
A hundred miles or more,
Other little children
Shall bring my boats ashore.
-----by aoc powerlevewling
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