I’m not crazy about this rainy windy weather. Poked around editing yesterday, wrote maybe 20 new words. I keep expecting a lift in my spirits so I can get back to writing and the news ruins it. I thought the wind had dropped but it’s gusting hard.
At this time, right now, I want to shelve Honey on the Moon. I understand what’s wrong with the book, but I can’t fix it until certain conditions are in place, which aren’t. And I can’t talk about it here, because it isn’t the appropriate venue, and for love and money I can’t find the right one.
FML.
aw well nobody expects a creative life to be particularly easy.
scanged off reddit
noted later, as in, in December 2020…. I had to get a cultural competence reader and deal with my racism in practical terms – when I’ve worked through that I’ll probably get going again…. we shall see
