Writing Status - Dead, Undead Final Edits
Mood - Anxious
Playing on ipod - Keep Breathing by Ingrid Michaelson
As I edit Dead, Undead, there is a rather sizable portion of me that wonders what I was thinking when I submitted the story. Once upon a time, I loved the work, the characters, the premise... Now? I can hardly stomach it.
Perhaps it's a folly all writers experience, a unavoidable detestation of their work. I experienced the same with Crimson Moon, as well as a majority of my other stories. I'm not sure if it's because I've read the material so much, or if it's because I've grown since I submitted that particular story and the writing seems stinted and awkward.
Either way, it doesn't really matter. I have a job to do, and I have to suck it up and meet my deadlines. Dead is due to release in less than three weeks, and I have to make it as neat and clean as possible.
Back to work...