Today is the day, hooray! The day I’m actually sitting down with a completed story and a bushel of crits and attempting to edit it into something with a semblance of publishableness.
If Neil Fucking Gaiman can admit to feeling scared, if Neil Fucking
Gaiman can admit that, even for him, it’s a long hard walk, then I can
also admit that it feels like that to me every single time I sit down
and try to write fiction, and remember something John Scalzi said to me
during dinner last week: "Don’t be afraid to suck."
Today, man, me and sucking are like this. (Envision tightly crossed fingers here.) Except that the point of editing this story is to purge it of its suckatorial tendencies, and, honestly, if I didn’t think this story was OK, I wouldn’t be bothering with trying to polish it up and sell it, and suckity suck suck yeah.
Onward and upward, O Salamander! May your fiery embrace warm me the hell up, ’cause it’s freakin’ cold up here in ths garret.