After five years of writing, I decided I’d might as well submit something, so I submitted “Claws,” a true story of tall trees, of bears, both real and imagined, and of memory that bursts forth upon the scent of wet and matted leaves. Accepted by Milk Sugar, an online literary journal, it’s currently there for you to read.
The website is not easy to find. Try http://www.milksugarliterature.com.
Frankly, as soon as I read it online — my first read in three months — I began to revise it. Isn’t that how we are? Isn’t that what we do? Isn’t that at the center of how we live with the editor-voice in our heads who never shuts up?
Still, the first one is sweet.
And real bears are scary.