by Gina Sestak
We working stiffs have been having email discussions about ways in which to modify our posts. Suggestions include contests, flash fiction competitions, theme-of-the-month. I'm not going to ask what anybody thinks about those ideas, though. Somebody already tried that. Today I'm just going to free-form post like I always do, so fasten your seatbelts - here we go.
For the first few years of my participation in Working Stiffs, I wrote about the many jobs I've held. I don't think I've ever properly introduced myself, though. For the record, my name is Regina Marie Germaine Sestak. This is what I look like:
I was born in Wilkinsburg, Pennsylvania, in a hospital that no longer exists. My family lived in Detroit for awhile when I was a baby, then we moved back to Pittsburgh where I've stayed ever since. I expect to turn 60 in a few weeks, so it won't come as any surprise that the grade school and high school I attended are out of existence, too. I think that's one of the most confusing things about getting older. The major institutions of your life just up and disappear.
Working stiffs is a writers blog; you've probably noticed that a lot of contributors focus on writing-related topics. I tend to write free-form here on the theory that there's more to writing than grammar and story structure. Life experience informs the imagination. So I write about experiences that I feel have shaped my writing. Of course, as you regular readers know, I am a highly unsuccessful fiction writer, poet and screenwriter. No success to speak of, or should that be 'of which to speak'?
So where is this going? I haven't a clue.