It was a long and glorious summer.
Well, goodbye all, it’s been fun… but I’ve got to stop gadflying about and finish this thing called Novel.
Drat, I was so hoping I could finish my current Wreck In Progress before putting it on the back burner for the revising. I’ve been expecting this since September, so it’s been a nice long – unexpectedly long, thank-you, early arriving Editor’s Baby – break from the P&C manuscript, and I’m hopeful that this means I can approach it anew with fresh eyes.
Right now, all I’m feeling is OVERWHELMED eyes. The notes are so polite, and they’re only five pages long, but – oy. Is it really a snarled skein of crap like it sounds? Ugh. Why wasn’t I born good at subtle nuance in detail? Why do my characters suffer from persistent – and apparently unbelievable – innocence? How do I keep creating frustrating fake outs and muddled conclusions? And, why is writing such a BIG. HARD. STRUGGLE EVERY. SINGLE. TIME?
*sigh*
Seems like you and I have had this conversation before.
Welp, it seems I’ve inadvertently entered NaNoFiMo. I’m only eight days late. Yay, me.
Once more into the breach, dear friends,
See you in January.