So there I was, back from WorldCon, feeling ready to take the reins again and start the next novel project, and then . . .
Wait. Let me back up. See, I had occasion last week to discuss a particular story of mine with a couple of folks. It’s been through two drafts, but really could use a third. I’ve been putting it off and putting it off, partly because I didn’t know how to fix the problems I had with that story, and partly because I needed to get some fresh word count.
But I got to thinking about it, and I’d really like to get this piece into the world. It does no one any good collecting dust on my desk. So before jumping into the next novel, I thought I’d try pulling out the manuscript and at least taking a look.
And I got an idea for fixing it, by lopping off a significant chunk of the opening.
Yep, there it is again—my penchant for starting the story in the wrong place. Openings. Never have quite gotten the knack of them.
So I’m going hit this rewrite first. Y’all don’t mind, do you?
I suppose if it goes down in flames, I can always blame it on Chicago.
No updates for Write Club.
Laterz . . .
