I haven’t talked about how the writing is going in a while. That’s because it isn’t really going. I mean, I shouldn’t say that. It’s a different kind of “going” these days that feels less like writing and more like reading things and moving words around. In short, I’m doing a bunch of editing. All of it with Brian’s help, who is very awesome for going over my novel with me (it’s in much worse shape than I thought, but I don’t think the edits will be impossible). Next stop Beta readers, maybe.
I set myself a few goals this year. Goal #1 was to have a finished novel that’s ready to shop around. Goal #2 was to get 5 short stories published, and one of those five paid for. I’ll make #1, I think. I’m on schedule to. Brian and I will finish going over the novel sometime in June, and then I will have a full 6 months to do all the final edits and write the various synopsis that go with querying an agent.
But #2? It just dawned on me that the year is almost ½ over and I don’t even have 5 stories written yet, let alone published. And if everyone keeps things for 2+ months (which they do these days, mostly), then it is likely I won’t make it. Yikes! I’m whipping those six-in-six stories into shape as quickly as possible, and trying to write a few more as well. The more I have circulating out there, the more likely I am to get things accepted. That’s the theory anyway. And only two of the six-in-six stories are something someone might be likely to buy, I think.
So I’m editing like crazy so I can start submitting like crazy. The goal is to have 3 ready to submit this week, and then start writing again next week. I’m making progress. Now we’ll just all have to cross our fingers that someone will give them a home.
Please?
In other news, Brian’s car is fixed!!! It is running like a champ!!! I have 2 hours of my day back and I couldn’t be more thrilled!!! I like using exclamation points!!!
But seriously, it’s been nice to be able to have a little bit of time in the day, instead of always having to drag myself out the door, and then rush to the next thing, and then the next, until I finally get home (maybe) around 7:00 pm, after leaving at 6:20 in the morning. And then there’s dinner to cook.
I do miss Brian, though, and it’s only been one day. I’m hopeless. I know.
Casey E. Hamilton 