Most of last week’s writing time was spent working on critiques for the writing workshop at WorldCon. Still reading and making notes at this point, but progress has been decent if not spectacular.
Sometimes I think I put too much work into these things. Other times, I’m sure of it. A colleague once dubbed me Matt the Merciless. That’s not to say I’m particularly vicious (at least, I hope that wasn’t what he meant), but I am . . . thorough. Ask anyone who has ever been critiqued by me. And pay no mind if they start to weep uncontrollably at the mere mention of my name. I get that a lot.
‘Twixt now and my departure for Reno, I have to finish up these crits, take care of some business concerns, and get back to work on the New Potential Novel Project. It’s time to find out for sure whether or not I actually have a novel here.
Write Club update: Personal rejection from Fantastic Stories of the Imagination. Response time, a little over four months.
Onward.
