I loved it here and I love it there.
http://www.camrocpressreview.com/2014/05/sheldon-lee-compton.html
Shaldon? What's not to love? Brilliance. Thanks for posting, Barry!
Hey oh! Thanks so much, Barry!
Also, for those who may go have a look, that'll be the only place you can find it, as I've now deleted it here at Fictionaut. Thought it only proper.
And thanks to you, Robert! Always a pleasure to see that you've read something of mine, hoss.
Thanks, Sheldon. I appreciate your consideration in letting CPR be the sole source for viewing your fine piece during the week it's featured there.
Barry, it is my true pleasure, my man. Thanks again!
I hope the reason I never write again may be death, but until then, I find this story, Biograph, dramatically sad. We all may wish we had not existed yet I do not wish I had not written as I wrote. Whatever that means in practical ways. Biograph is a unique tale told by Sheldon Lee Compton; the writer's lament for having written is sometimes felt. I like the line near the end about not showering after playing basketball and going to bed grimy. I like all of it, actually, as a foot path where Sheldon Lee Compton's talent led rather than as something sad that takes place in the story. Like is not the true word for that. Let down is a term for that or as James Joyce's young man decides in "Araby" -- called "the epiphany" -- vanity is all, a disappointment that lasts forever, one the reader may feel fleetingly compared to the writer.
Thanks, Ann. Fine and kind words.