Revised my time travel essay last week, making it read like an actual article and getting it into submission shape.
See, I had originally thought it was going to be a blog entry, so the first draft was a bit chatty and colloquial. Once I decided I might actually try to sell the thing, I knew had to make it . . . well, not exactly formal, but I had to comb its hair and tuck its shirt in.
Outside of blogging, I don’t write much non-fiction. It is, of course, a very different animal in a lot of respects. On those rare occasions when I do attempt an article, I feel like I’m faking my way through it, trying to use what I’ve learned from fiction, and hoping much of it still applies. But you know me: I’ve never let a little thing like total ignorance get in my way. Isn’t that right, Magic Meter?
All this took me a little longer than I would have liked, but I did also manage to scribble a few notes for the next novel project. Ideas are stirring. Might just be a book in there, after all. I’ll keep poking at it, see what rises from the slime.
Write Club update: Tier one reject from Clarkesworld. Response time, seven days.
And so to bed. Night, kids.
