Revisions = I hate my story.
Not so much that it’s a bad story, per say, just that it’s driving me up a wall. I NEED ANOTHER PROJECT but I shan’t take one because I MUST FINISH THIS ONE. I’m not even done with my plot revisions yet.
Me = Whiner.
And really, I’m not that far off. Once this revision is done (And I’m on chapter 15!), the other revisions will come much swifter. The religion revision will take less time, and the small revisions after that should be cake, in comparison. Until someone points out another major flaw in the writing and I have to rehash everything AGAIN.
Whining = Not Productive.
I have extra free time this week too since Husband is slaving away at his last week working for the demon pharmacy,** so I have a lot of evenings free. (One of those evenings I’m driving to my sister’s and babysitting her kids so she’ll work on her own MS. As soon as she said she might not finish by WorldCon, I knew I had to take drastic action.)
Anyway. I’m doing my plotting of my next novel which-may-or-may-not-involve-chickens whilst revising Weirs. Once I get my official WotF rejection, I’m sure I’ll be more motivated to write another short story. (In case you forgot, I’m not so swell with the short stories to begin with. . . .)
*Which explains why my “equations” don’t actually have numbers in them.
**Here’s hoping he gets an internship!