It's been an interesting past few months
Life has a way of carrying you off into a glorious sunset, then keeping you on that far horizon long after twilight is over.
In a lot of ways, things are exactly the same. I'm still in the same apartment (although in the process of moving to a new house, woohoo!). Still with the same guy (The Dude). Still at the same job (yay for government labor, woo). But in another sense, everything has changed.
I'm a writer. As in, I make a tidy monthly income on my stories. It's so strange and fantastic and scary in a way and weird. I even have reviews, many of which are 5-stars! There's been bumps - this weekend Bookstrand abruptly dropped all indie publishers - but I'm getting more short stories and a rising income each month, which is SO cool.
Yesterday I revisited the YA book I finished last summer and never got around to editing. 36k words, no idea where the story was going, a convoluted plot that didn't seem coherent, characters I knew like kin but didn't know how to get just right on the page... You know what? It wasn't half bad! Seven months definitely allows you a little perspective - it was rushed in places, needed more description of location, better identification of the bad guy's motives (and WHO the bad guy even WAS), and a more shocking ending (got that now!). Frankly, it needs editing. Bad. No shame in that, it's a fact of writing life. Very hard to edit a 36k word story in comparison to, say, a 3,600 word short.
Anyway, I just thought I'd check in to say no, I didn't go *POOF* and disappear. Some things really take over your life even when that wasn't the plan. Then, when is that ever the plan?
In a lot of ways, things are exactly the same. I'm still in the same apartment (although in the process of moving to a new house, woohoo!). Still with the same guy (The Dude). Still at the same job (yay for government labor, woo). But in another sense, everything has changed.
I'm a writer. As in, I make a tidy monthly income on my stories. It's so strange and fantastic and scary in a way and weird. I even have reviews, many of which are 5-stars! There's been bumps - this weekend Bookstrand abruptly dropped all indie publishers - but I'm getting more short stories and a rising income each month, which is SO cool.
Yesterday I revisited the YA book I finished last summer and never got around to editing. 36k words, no idea where the story was going, a convoluted plot that didn't seem coherent, characters I knew like kin but didn't know how to get just right on the page... You know what? It wasn't half bad! Seven months definitely allows you a little perspective - it was rushed in places, needed more description of location, better identification of the bad guy's motives (and WHO the bad guy even WAS), and a more shocking ending (got that now!). Frankly, it needs editing. Bad. No shame in that, it's a fact of writing life. Very hard to edit a 36k word story in comparison to, say, a 3,600 word short.
Anyway, I just thought I'd check in to say no, I didn't go *POOF* and disappear. Some things really take over your life even when that wasn't the plan. Then, when is that ever the plan?