

Writer of Fantasy. Wielder of Red Pens.

In the midst of good comes the bad, as it always must. And in the middle of a ten-day vacation, amongst the wildlife and scenery, came the news of a friend’s unexpected death, struck down far too young.
It’s not the first time I’ve said I should be held accountable. Ignoring my self-set deadlines is far too easy. I’m lucky enough to have a good day job, one I (mostly) enjoy. I do well with it.
But writing makes me happy, and there are stories in my head that ache to be told. The Guy has been nudging me, asking about Peter and June. It’s been nearly two years.
Heinleins’ rules for writers: It’s time to get it done.
This is, of course, easy to say. There are still things I need to figure out. Beta readers, for instance, and editing. I have some major rewrites in progress, but I know what needs to happen, and it’s closer than I thought it was at the beginning of the trip. Editing for a living helps keep copy relatively clean, though I won’t pretend I’ll catch everything.
Short term actions:
Long term:
Learn. Write more. Revise. Publish. It’s time.
It’s been four months since I’ve looked at Peter and June’s story, still in search of a title. The thesis came at a good time, right as I completed the first draft.
I kept myself from forgetting about it entirely by thinking on the things I knew needed improvement. Fire chickens, for instance. Fire chickens will totally improve the story. Or plotting out June and Peter’s next adventures.
Mostly, though, I tucked it away. Now that everything’s over, yesterday was the first day I pulled up the file. And…
…oh, dear.
Of course it’s a disappointment to realize just how unready their story is for anything other than serious editing.
I knew it wasn’t ready at the time, but somehow I’d convinced myself it was so close over the past few months.
I’m quite self-conscious now, thinking about having sent it to a few close friends for review back in January. It made yesterday a stressed out, mildly embarrassing day, as if semi-quarantine wasn’t bad enough.
Today? Back to work.

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