It’s Getting Real, Folks

You know you are a writer when you are afraid of the words you have written. I am looking at you, fellow writers. I think many of us have had a work that has hit us hard. You know it. You slayed that first draft. In my case, 98,000 plus words, and as difficult as that task was, I know I am not anywhere close to being done. So, I roll up sleeves and dive in.

Say, good words of encouragement for me, folks.

So, the work will no longer remain nameless.

The Fleeting Lights’ origins started in 2004. Oh yes, it has been chopped, reformed, restructured like that mystery meat in a MRE. But, alas, its first draft was finished the first of this year–and darn it–the second draft will be completed by the end of this year.

I put myself on the spot.

Second draft read starts now. Pray for me, LOL. 0 pages in.

Progress to be posted soon.