I wallowed in a glut of sleep today so I had to cut into my surplus already. I do tend to write well at night.
I’ve completed a second draft of one of my Clarion stories. I skimmed through the critiques my clever and clear-sighted classmates gave me. Just enough to glean pointers without confusing me with too many suggestions.
Or so I think.
I’ll go through the story tomorrow with a stricter focus, and then ship it out to a friend who said he was willing to give it the once-over. I shiver at the thought of that critique. Oh well, honesty is better than a kind word.
Not for the ego, but for the skill.
I shelved the new story temporarily to get to this revision. It awaits in the wings, with promises of new delights and hair-tearing-out moments. I do love those so much.
Aha, yes, sleep. That’s the next task on the list, and often the one with the least priority.