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Archive for October 1st, 2007

Progress Report, in which I get starry-eyed

Finished the first draft of the Halloween story.  Here’s the groovy graphic to make it official:

It’s too long, I think.  I’ve got about an hour to trim what I can before I submit it.  I actually could take another day or two, as the deadline’s been extended, but other projects beckon, and the year is running out.

Don’t know if the story’s worth a damn or not.  Regular readers of these updates know that I’ve had a mighty struggle with this one.  And you know what that means–absolutely nothing.  But the read-through I’ve done so far isn’t as bad as I feared it might be.  In any event, I’ll know soon enough.

I had hoped to be well ensconced in the Petra rewrite by this time, but you know how that one goes.  And now the rewrite will be delayed another day or two.  Turns out that Tales of the Unanticipated has reopened.  Earlier this year, Eric Heideman had given me some detailed suggestions for a rewrite of “Ashes, Ashes,” indicating a willingness to look at another draft.  His ideas seem like easy fixes, so I’m going to work on that first.

Then I’ll turn my attention to Petra.  Seriously.  I mean it this time.

If I finish the rewrite by the end of the year–which seems quite reasonable–I should be very pleased.  But a pie-in-the-sky part of me wants to leave enough time in December to do some more new fiction.  That would make the end of November a stretch goal for Petra

This might be a tad starry-eyed of me.  I have a trip to Portland coming up at the end of the month, and November has that Thanksgiving thing going on–the start of the silly season, and schedule disruptions galore.  So we’ll see.

No updates for Write Club.

Excuse me while I put on my boogie shoes . . .