Eked out some 3200 words on the new short story, which still doesn’t even have a working title. But hey, that doesn’t mean we can’t bust out a new Magic Meter:
I’m not up to full speed yet, which is a little disappointing, but I suppose this pace isn’t as glacial as it could have been. And of course, now that I’m in the middle of this thing, I’m dealing with the crisis of confidence that usually appears around this point. You know the one I mean–that sudden voice popping up in your head, matter-of-factly informing you that what you’re doing is silly and pointless.
I’ve been at this gig long enough to recognize that this is actually the Voice of Reason speaking.
Seriously, gang. When you get right down to it, the whole business of making up stories about people and places that never existed–that’s pretty silly and pointless. But I’ve long since made my peace with it. If I had listened to the Voice of Reason, I would have given up on the entire enterprise decades ago. And what fun would that be?
So I’ll just keep blowing off the Voice of Reason, thank you very much.
No updates for Write Club.
Onward . . .
