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.
Thesis Writing Cat yawned and said, “Yeah? You wanted this. I’m taking a nap. Get going.”
This year, I’ve decided I need to do three things.
First, I need to interact more with other authors, which means admitting I am one.
It also means practice. I’ve decided to join the weekly prompt challenge over at More Odds Than Ends. If time permits, I’ll also write the prompt I submit as well. I’ll be posting here and would love feedback – good, bad, or indifferent.
The second thing is figuring out this website thing. It’s 2020. Time to learn more than basic html.
Finally, this is the year to wrap up stories…and publish them. My brain can’t decide whether to squee incessantly or cue ominous music. Bit noisy in here right now.
