Well, I’m about 30% through this round of editing on The Page & The Magician. I think I may do another round after that is a sentence by sentence run through where I’ll try to make each the best it can be. I learned Anne Rice writes that way. She makes each sentence the best she can rather than rushing through to finish the draft.
If I did that, I think I’d be paralyzed with writer’s block. I do wonder if it leads to much less revision later though.
I have more short stories planned for other contests and such. I submitted Purple Ribbons the other day to a newspaper one. I had to mail it in. They didn’t provide an email address to send it to.
I have a new book I’m expecting tomorrow. It’s an absolute beginners guide to drawing. I’ve always wanted to learn and if I get good, perhaps I can make my own book cover art and have other media to sell along with my books. Right now this is mostly a pipe dream, but so was writing at all at one time.
I was frustrated recently. The normal frustration all writers feel at some point. Can I call myself an author when I’m still not published? Why did I ever start writing the damn book? All typical artist doubts.
I haven’t written today other than this blog post. I’m feeling the need for a day off. It’s hard to remember words and I don’t want to experience burnout.
I wanted to get out and see Deadpool, but I didn’t manage to do it. Maybe this week.
I’m addicted to Jessica Jones. Can’t wait to see what happens next. It gripped me early on. I love that the protagonist is a strong female, yet she’s damaged. It makes for an authentic character that I can relate to despite her being a superhero.
Well, back to laundry.