One of the three people I asked to read my short story actually came through for me. And though her feedback was immensely helpful, it unfortunately confirmed that I'm still a long way from getting what I want out of it. It's my own damn fault for dreaming up such convulted stoy-lines. I dont' know how to fix the problem without cheapening the story. Worse yet, my sequential-loving muse can't seem to move forward with other story ideas while this one is still nagging at me- though that probably has more to do with lack of opportunity than whatever OCD qualities I'm suffering.
The good news is these stories are clamoring around in my waking thoughts again, which is promising.
I'm even thinking fantasy again, specifically of my dark hero who suffers migraines thanks to a witch's curse. (Gee, I wonder why HE's resurfaced, eh?)
Meanwhile, I'm working on a poem for the current
evidence0flife theme. I really want to finish this one, since we've made it a writing-required community, but it's really... hard. I'm working at a rate of one stanza every three or four days, and I'm only up two stanzas! Gah.
Just Gah.
On an unrelated note, I'm not certain I appreciate LJ's forced "rich text" mode.
That is all.