By Brendan O’Meara
Nothing is perfect. And, on top of that, there’s no perfect time to publish. A year from now you’ll wish you started X project and lament the lost time.
In order to reach a place of good art, art people speak about, art that makes people anticipate you and—more importantly—miss you if you stop, you need to do enough bad stuff.
So I’m going to share some of my bad stuff. I dabble in fiction here and there. I find it fun. I may even keep practicing and try to publish some of it. But for now, here’s a story I like. Sure, it’s imperfect, it may be bad, it may be good, I don’t know. I don’t care.
It’s out there so that I may go ahead and write the next one. It’s “The Ringer.”
If you think this post will help a fellow creator, maybe unstick someone who is stuck, by all means share it. I hope you do.
