It's been several months since I turned in a story to my critique group, so I decided that my writing goal for this week would be to complete a draft of something - I've got three stories I could conceivably wrap up and pitch for feedback.  But nothing's bubbling.  I'm hitting a road block.  I know, big surprise ( Read more... )

Cafe (the Paganish story) got shelved for plot problems.

So did my novel, The Dragon House - I had the interpersonal stuff worked out, but the global plot lines were a little over my head. (Though I'm sure I can work them out eventually, I just ran out of steam ( Read more... )

I'd say my mood is sinking with the weather, but really I felt all gooey inside even while the sun was high and shining.

Maybe my mood went south in anticipation of the weather?
Bah.

My feet are cold but I refuse to put on socks. I'm going to will the heat from my coffee all the way to my toes. So there.

( Some things I haven't told you: )

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 ( Read more... )

I dusted off an old story and started working on it again. This one was conceived seven or eight years ago, and last visited in the Summer of '03. In its last incarnation, I made some real headway, but there were still serious problems that kept it from being feasible. Consumable ( Read more... )

After much whining, story has met with some success.
There is, however, still a matter of an appropriate ending and consistency of tone.

I intend to get right on that, just after I take this moment to celebrate with a healthy dose of

procrastination...

...

(Damn sobriety.)