wildcat

So I just consigned my three day novel, The Zombie, the Ghost, and the Sociopath to oblivion. I deleted it. I did it with nary an issue or even a moment of regret. Everything feels a lot better. I wasn't happy with it and wasn't interested enough after the fact to want to save the cursed thing, which I feel in many ways was a step in the wrong direction. Story-wise, anyway; I still relish the productivity of the thing, and the fact that I know I can do it again. November is novel writing month but I'll be too busy. Maybe next year.

I am a man caught betwixt three stories - Sadie Valentino, the short assignment piece which I have to revise, and my third story of the semester, which began to unsettle itself in my brain and prepare for download. I'll spend most of tomorrow working on Sadie, getting her story finished and revised and looking beautiful. Then I'm going to do the revisions on the little short piece. It was well received and I think there's going to be a gender swap for the narrator. Could be fascinating.