Into the depths

My writing/editing/general work ethic has been floppy lately. I work full time and part time, so I guess there’s an excuse, but excuses are just that, so bleh.

I’m rewriting CL, although after the first chapter and a half I got derailed by two boys playing piano. Two boys flirting over piano is much easier to write than a man who is heart broken, devastated, and has nothing to live for.

I got the edits done for MotF and submitted it. No idea if it’s good enough. As my bosses have proven to me, I have no sense of my self-worth. 😀 Well, it’s been submitted, so I can’t do much else about that.

I have a few other stories that keep floating on the edge of my vision, one of which needs some major edits so it doesn’t feel cheesy (or any more cheesy than I naturally am), one that is stalled and has great potential but no movement, and I really want to make a submission to the BDSM holiday open call, but the guys are being suspiciously quiet.

That’s it for now. One day I’ll post more than once a month 😀


4 thoughts on “Into the depths

  1. “…is much easier to write than a man who is heart broken, devastated, and has nothing to live for.”Well, I'd venture to say that it's something we all experience at least once in our lives…But I realized I had no idea, when I discovered I follow the tumblr account of a Marine who lost his childhood friend and first love and significant other in Iraq during his tour there a couple years ago.Watched him die, in fact, covered in his blood, saw him smile…Couldn't kiss him or tell him he loved him or any of that.And I cannot begin to imagine that kind of heartbreak and devastation. Reading his words though, I can begin to see.It's an example of the resilience of the human mind — but military personnel are trained early to compartmentalize.”Two boys playing piano” definitely has my attention. I'm looking forward to reading it.

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