Progress Report, in which I fake it

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.    provided sage advice, as always.  Thanks, man.

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.

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