I thought for a semi-refreshing change of pace, I would talk about my writing. Specifically, what I like to affectionately call THE UNKNOWN NOVELLA!
Yes, THE UNKNOWN NOVELLA. The one that I wrote some 4 years ago. The one that does not have a title of any kind (hence the nifty moniker). The one that will become my next release. The one that gave me the great-grandmother of all reality checks. If you're a writer, then you know the kind of reality check I'm talking about.
To bring everyone up to speed, roughly two weeks ago I had a fellow writer from FB, whose main job is a freelance writer and all the various tangents that go with it, go over my novella in her official job title as copy-editor with a fine tooth comb, strand-by-strand. I just got that first draft back yesterday (6/14), and while I have not actually looked at the manuscript, I did read the wonderfully detailed/nuanced/straight from lip e-mail that she wrote.
Once I'd scraped my lower jaw from the floor and reattached it securely to my face, I re-read the e-mail. Thrice. I actually had just one question for her about something she'd mention, simply because I was fortunate enough to understand the remaining 99% of what she'd written. Upset I did not get, because not only did I ask for it (the masochist that I am), but quite frankly, I needed it.
I know it sounds very strange for someone to say, "Please sir, may I have another.", especially if they ain't Oliver Twist or Kevin Bacon from Animal House, but if I want to take my writing to the next level, I needed a Moe Howard Drive-By. And a vicious Moe Howard Drive-By is what I got.
A writer is someone I really want to be, especially since I have about a half dozen good quality slushies knocking at my chamber door, so the job for me this coming summer & fall, will be to expand and expound, tighten up and loosen up,
Now, where did I put that bottle of Jose Cuervo?
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