The most productive thing I accomplished last week was reading some Hugo- and Nebula-eligible stories. I’m also mulling several potential new projects. It’s possible that a short story or two might be forthcoming before I jump into another novel-length work.
You know, given how much trouble I had with writing From Earth I Have Arisen, one would think I’d be sick of this gig for a while. But I’m only a couple of weeks out from completing that very difficult first draft, and already I kinda miss drafting. Chalk it up to selective recall or whatever, but seriously–what kind of sick imbecile does that make me?
Oh, right. A writer.
No updates for Write Club.
I’m out.
