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.
Love the thesis…er, writing cat!