I don’t think this post is going to be anything profound, so if you were coming here for something like that, I think you’ll be disappointed. I say that mostly because the post is about me and my work. It’s personal. And for some reason, I don’t think anybody really cares about my work. Just yet, anyway. Maybe some day I’ll have a fan or two to call my own.
I am currently working on edits for the novel I wrote over the last two (plus) years. They are slow going. I rewrote the beginning of the story five or six times. I know I have over 150,000 words in various incarnations of chapters one through seven. That’s a novel and a half of effort going into just the beginning of this novel. This round of edits will be the ninth draft. That’s why the edits are slow going. I’m kind of sick of writing this novel. I want to work on something else, but I have also determined that this ninth draft is (as far as I am concerned) the final draft. If I were to ever sell it, I’d be more than happy to go over it for a tenth draft, but that’s a pretty big “if”.
My current job worked me too hard (65+ hours/week) from last September to March to get any writing done and I have spent the last three months slowly recovering my wits about me. I am now getting antsy to get some writing done. In order to get back into the flow, I have been writing short stories. I wrote one two weeks ago entitled, “Wash, Rinse, Regret”. It was an interesting little piece written in second person. I enjoyed it so much, I even submitted it to Asimov’s Sci-Fi magazine. It’s probably the first thing I’ve written that I feel is honestly good enough to publish. I hope to feel that way about my novel when done with draft number nine.
I started another short story idea that I think I’ll enjoy. I hope to finish it some time this week. I plan to post that work on this here blog. I’ve always enjoyed serials, so I think it might be cool to have a running serial on this site. I haven’t given that a lot of thought. I imagine it’ll start out as a simple short story, but who knows where it will go from there.