I return to you, fearless readers, victorious. I have finished editing the last 11k of my fantasy novel about the Unicorns. I took it on almost as a recharger, or a practice course. I have hopes for it finding a home one day, but I don't think it's going to blow back an agent's hair or anything. Your basic fantasy tropes aren't having a great time out there in publication land.
I digress. I am proud of the story. I am proud that I set goals and kept them, at least over this past week. I will continue on, as I have 4 other novels to edit and no less than 4 other story ideas chewing away amidst the cogs, grinders and gears of the magical fiction machine.
I've been thinking a lot about the writer thing. I have many thoughts I don't put into words, but I thought about this one last night and decided I would write it...and on the internet where it will linger forever, amidst the tubes full of cats and memes. I have taken the writing a little too seriously, maybe. I told myself a few years ago I had to treat it like a job. Maybe that's a good idea, as far as finishing things, having goals and a schedule, etc. But sometimes I get lost amidst the pressure of publishing. I fear what I produce is not always publishable, and I worry, perhaps too soon, about how I measure up to others out there in print. Rather than approach it as the joy of creation, I approach it like there's a noose hanging over the desk that will descend upon me and strangle the life from me if I dare to head hop. I think it's ok to head hop in a first draft. The first draft is the place for a multitude of sins.
I might try and sin a little more, and then repent in the second draft. :) But for now, we celebrate this small success with memes.