I don't know the skinny, but I got word this afternoon that the Rekindled Fire anthology is being pushed back to May. Ho hum. I'll be stripping down yesterday's post asap to avoid confusion, but I'll repost when I have all the new info.
Until then, I'm trying to get the summer menage story sorted. I'm about to email a chapter off to my crit partner to see what she can make of it, then it's on to more red penning. Wish me luck!
I'm exhausted, so I'm taking a break from editings to...well, to write on my blog. Makes perfect sense, doesn't it?
On the upside, I'm now officially half way through the summer wip. Woot! It just seems like a monumental task slogging through this thing, which is weird because it's such a simple story. I don't know what the problem is exactly - with me, not the story. That's written already. :P
Sure, there's stress involved with trying to get a project done, but I don't think that's it this go around. Maybe it's because this one require so much research. That's not usually my forte. I'd much rather write what I know, even if researched stories offer a bigger (creative) payoff.
Whatever the case, the chapter I mentioned earlier is off to my crit partner, and I've made a single pass over the next chapter. It's already marked up like something crazy, but there is more to come. Oh, yes, indeedy. I don't stop until every single effing line on my wip has a strike mark drawn through it. That way I know for sure the damn thing is edited to the best of my ability.
I was thinking about that a little earlier, the mess I make with a wip. I always feel kinda bad when I look at my printouts and see them so marked up. I always question my ability at that stage because there's so much I find in there that needs fixing. I mean really, should the draft be that bad? The 2nd draft, even? I went through that psyche trip today, but after about the fifth time I found and crossed out the word "fucking" in my manuscript, I got over the day's pity party and went back to work.
I decided if nothing else, I'll have a thoroughly trashed out, and probably unreadable set of notes to send in to Alison Tyler for her blog. You should check out all the nifty writer notes over there. And the panty gallery. And the bed gallery. Srsly. Oh, fair warning: what you find there might potentially be NSFW! But those blogs are the best kind, ya know? ~_^
So anyway, I haven't finished trimming this mofo yet, but it's getting there. Slowly but surely. Speed of fart slow. But as they say, some progress is better than none, and I still have two more days to work on it.
I'll be picking up Mini tomorrow, so that's gonna cut into the crunch time, but I think if I can just sit down and mark up this new copy to hell and back tonight, I'll be in the clear. Oy, my poor crit partner. I imagine she's gonna be ready to run from me before it's all said and done. I'll have to send her cookies or something. Maybe then she'll forgive me for the insanity.