Keep wondering why it is I've been so gun-shy about launching into a book-length story. God knows I crank out the words on the short pieces. It isn't the work. I can manage that. It's the mindset it takes to carry a new voice that far. The fear of failing, I think, once you've committed so much time and energy to paper. It's tough enough pitching 5,000 words in the trash. A lot harder to throw out 100,000. Still, the lure is there and maybe I just need to suck it up and take a chance. Have two pieces--maybe more--that might bear up under the strain of an expanded narrative. Should probably just leap in and see where it goes. Long format. That's where the money is. Craziness too. What have I got to lose except my marbles?