“One more over here, please,” Adrian said as he took a final swig of his current beer.
He checked his watch. He’d been here two hours already and he felt as empty and drained as he had when he’d walked in. What was wrong with him? Why weren’t the words flowing anymore?
“You in a bad way?”
Adrian looked toward the source of the words. A man had taken the stool next to him, his eyes alight with curiosity or concern, one. Continue reading
Writing is not my job; it’s my passion and my hobby. Therefore, it should be enjoyable. On the other hand, a type A person can’t help but apply type A attitudes even to hobbies. What used to be a leisurely activity now has demands and goals and achievements and that’s not even factoring in the latest brouhaha’s in the writing world.
Just today, on my lunch break (still in progress), I mentally compiled a list of what I felt I needed to do. Now, please don’t quote me the “don’t sweat the small stuff and it’s all small stuff” because I already know this. It doesn’t seem to matter. Here’s my list, not in order:
1. Rewrite query for The Pure
2. Edit The Pure (this one never seems to go away) to address my own findings and my Beta readers’ findings.
3. Edit All’s Fair per Beta readers’ suggestions
4. Beta read (got one in full swing, one on hold)
5. Polish and submit short stories (Yes, plural)
6. Write The Book Portal (my abandoned JaNoWriMo project)
Claire Gillian 