Barely a month into it, and my workload
for 2013 is already stalling.
Considering I put all my cards on the
table, and considering the mammoth task I set myself, I had hoped to be some
way into thing by now.
Plans for my novella releases, which I
will detail sometime later this week, are still looking good. I have all the
stories I plan to include in the release, though one is still not written and
remains little more than a gleaming idea somewhere deep in the machine, and
another is only half written (and
already seems to be demanding a little alteration here and there). By and large
though, everything is coming along nicely.
Until I realised how many short
stories I still have in the oven either wanting to be edited or wanting to be
finished. The last time I looked, there were six unfinished and another ten or
eleven that are in need of editing. Not a huge amount by any stretch of the
imagination, but it has proven enough to slow my pace a little.
I suppose I should sit back and think
about whether some are worth saving, but that would be like having someone tell
you that your children are drowning and you had to pick one. You could only pick
one. How do you do that? Could you do that?
I’m sure you know what I mean. Even
though that is probably the practical solution to end my current woes, I just cannot
do it.
So I’ll suffer. In silence.
Except for this brief post.
They may never be published, they may
never amount to more than a crazy idea pulled out of the machine, but in the
end they’re a testimony to the path I’ve chosen to walk. And if they inevitably
sit in my desk drawer gathering dust then so be it, because deep down at least
I will know that I finished them no matter what their reception.
But here’s the thing: I can do it. I
may have to put in an extra hour here and there, but it’ll be worth it, right?
Yeah, it will. Of course, it will.
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