I’ve been doing a bit of reflection lately and that has come with much weeping. Much? No. A WHOLE LOT of crying. Everywhere and damn near all the time. I’ve been crying roughly as much as Kampala’s sky (it has only beaten me in the hailstone department).
During a particularly wild, juddering, snot-on-blouse, veiny eyed session, it occurred to me that crying can be good, even funny fodder for stories if well documented. Now whenever I notice that I am pulling a new style of crying, I grab a pen and write a line or a paragraph describing it. Some of those are really good.
How big or small a crier are you? Have you cried in public before? Have you mastered the art of crying without tears (where you swallow the tears instead of letting them roll)? Hi-five me if you’ve done the Chester Bennington scream!
Hi-five yourself if you’ve done the scream without the sound.
What makes you cry? Books? Lost love? A promotion? A demotion?
Losing to your arch nemesis?
And how do you cry? I’d like all of your spicy tear-tales for a short story.
Or maybe a Stiletto Point article. I don’t know yet.
Comment or email firstname.lastname@example.org with some?
I will attribute, of course.
If you want.