Recently a Seattle woman married a building to protest its demolition. I thought it might have been because of the building’s stamina to remain erect, but evidently it’s a lesbian so that’s a moot point.
Although I didn’t intend the scene to be interpreted this way, someone pointed out that my encounter between a hybrid biomechanical building and Kendra in “A Song for Mona” is romantic, almost sexual in nature. I’d like to say, for the record, that I hadn’t heard of any of this building honeymooning until after I wrote the story. However, this perspective of the scene is hilarious, and it’s one of the aspects of writing that I richly enjoy–when someone’s take on your work is revelatory, complementary or just plain funny. I’m not sure if I’m alone in this regard, but I suspect not.
I just wanted to say another thank you to everyone who read and commented on the story before I submitted it (including the EWG writers who read the first bit!): Natasha, Twilla, C-Anne, Debbie, Mark, and of course Mom. Your feedback helped shape the story into a much more concise and accessible form.
Although I didn’t end up winning the symbolic lottery ticket that I bought yesterday, I’ll continue to keep my fingers crossed.