Life. Sometimes, it’s just crazy, man.
Day job and various personal engagements have conspired to utterly wipe out my schedule, and the insanity ain’t over yet. Admittedly, much of this is self-inflicted, but that doesn’t make it any less real.
Other than database updates and getting few mss back into circulation, the most meaningful progress to report is that I have decided to put off the rewrite of Apocalypse Pictures Presents for the nonce. “The Winter Palace” is also in need of a new draft, and that will be a much more manageable project, one that will potentially pay off sooner.
Or so I had decided, until last night, when another rewrite request came in. And as this one has a hard deadline, it will have to come first.
For those keeping score at home, that’s now three rewrite projects on my desk. It’s a good problem to have, I suppose, and I have a pretty good track record working with editors. But still.
Maybe it’s for the best. I’ll be traveling this week, and past experience has taught me that some rewrite work is my best shot at actually being productive.
Seriously—life. Crazy.
Write Club update: A tier two bounce from Wily Writers. Response time, seven weeks.
I’m out.
