“You’re searching, Joe,
For things that don’t exist; I mean beginnings.
Ends and beginnings—there are no such things.
There are only middles.”
Having a deadline for my short stories appears to be having its intended effect. In fact, I’m wondering if I should have forced myself to write two short stories a week instead of one.
Don’t get too crazy, Phillip. Especially given the busy past two weeks.
Sure thing, Brain. Maybe another time, eh?
This morning I played some catch-up on the week’s story since yesterday was a sugar-storm (we try to use sugar around Angus) of interruptions and emergencies. After a minute or so, I realized that I had to keep the narrative moving. I spent most of yesterday’s brief lunch hour doing what I thought would be “light editing” but instead turned out to be a whole lot of deleting and rewriting; not-so-much pushing the story forward.
But here we are on Thursday where my calendar plainly says “Finish the 3rd Act.”
This is OK, though. I’m learning my process. I’m seeing my faults. And that’s what I need to fix them.
So I wrote a bit more sloppily this morning. I skipped forward and backward. I put down some vital scene information and I’m having fun again.
I almost ended this post with: The goal is to put the story up on Sunday.
But I need to stop thinking like that.
I will be putting the story up here on Sunday and it’s going to like it, damn it!