Yesterday's big accomplishment was taking the boy out for Father's Day, and slapping gesso on a painting-to-be. Mmm, gesso.
Water isn't usually the carrier for my ideas, but in the middle of doing dishes my brain caught fire. Maybe it was the pots talking to me. The pots pointed out some issues with Dreams and The King of Moths, and told me how to fix them. The pots are wise and terrible, and fill me with dread. The fixes they suggest are rather lovely on first consideration, but will not be quick or easy. But I suspect they would leave me with one stronger book instead of two sort of repetitive ones.
But because I know that my brain--and pots--are tricksy, I will be strong and not run back for revisions. I will finish the book I should be working on, by god.
Also, I should revise those Unwelcome Wolves and kick them out to the Chizine contest. Maybe more blood will cover up the lack of conflict...
Water isn't usually the carrier for my ideas, but in the middle of doing dishes my brain caught fire. Maybe it was the pots talking to me. The pots pointed out some issues with Dreams and The King of Moths, and told me how to fix them. The pots are wise and terrible, and fill me with dread. The fixes they suggest are rather lovely on first consideration, but will not be quick or easy. But I suspect they would leave me with one stronger book instead of two sort of repetitive ones.
But because I know that my brain--and pots--are tricksy, I will be strong and not run back for revisions. I will finish the book I should be working on, by god.
Also, I should revise those Unwelcome Wolves and kick them out to the Chizine contest. Maybe more blood will cover up the lack of conflict...