So that little side project I mentioned last week? Took longer than I thought it would. Shocker, I know.
But it’s done. And here’s a little Magic Meter to mark the moment:
Hey, cut me a little slack here. It was an essay, for one thing—not my strong suit. And a humorous essay, at that. Dying is easy; comedy is hard, you know? Plus, I was trying to squeeze two disparate bits into one piece without making either one feel forced. That took some doing. I must have started the damned thing half a dozen times before I figured it out.
So you see, I really was working.
Not buying it, eh? Yeah, me neither.
That’s all right. I’m quite glad to have it off my plate, so that I can hit the rewrite of “The Winter Palace.” And after that . . . well, if recent history has taught me anything, it’s that I shouldn’t get ahead of myself. So I won’t.
See? I can learn.
No updates for Write Club.
Rock on.
