On the up side,

I’m writing again. Two days in a row and I’ll do at least a bit more tonight. It’s slow going, but I’ve put together all the old files, things I have not touched in nearly six years, and I’ve started adding new material to the beginning of Chapter One.

You can thank Maureen for this (folks from Writer’s BBS might remember Maureen . . . she hung around the Fiction section and kept clear of SF or Horror, but still managed to enjoy my novel). We were chatting on gmail the other day, and she told me she would reread the novel if I managed to finish editing it. And she told me it was really good and I really shouldn’t drop it.

You’d think I would be able to tell myself such things, but I can’t. It’s way too easy to pick up the old manuscript and think, “What a load of bollocks,” but it wasn’t. Not entirely. Just for fun, I took a look at something I haven’t read in over five years: the last two scenes of the novel. And you know what? It’s good.

So who knows how long this will last. Hopefully longer than my excitement over turning the novel into a web comic, which ran into a wall over my lack of artistic talent. I mean, it takes me HOURS to finish one drawing, and I just don’t have that kind of time.

Wish me luck . . .

D.