I was this close to giving up on that story. I felt like it wasn't saying anything.
It had lost its effect on me.
Thankfully I stuck it in a drawer for a couple months, and my brain did that wonderful thing where it hit the reset button on it. When I returned to it, I remembered what I liked about it so much. Particularly her; this distracted, distressed woman.
I've been so touched by the people who have sought out different ways to tell me how much this story means to them. It makes me so happy I didn't give up on it when my Fuck It energy was at its highest. The story (and me!) just needed some space. To breathe, to ferment.
Thank you, Joyland, for seeing something special in it. I'm so happy it found such a great home.