For the longest time, I’ve been making noise about turning one of my ficlets (from the now-defunct AOL ficlets site) into something longer. This afternoon, I finally sat down and did it. Then I stepped away from it for awhile, to eat dinner and watch an episode of Jeremiah. When I came back, I expected it to have morphed into some kind of gibberish on my screen, and, upon rereading, to go “What the hell was I thinking? I’m such a hack.”
Except… it hadn’t and I didn’t. There were parts of it that needed shoring up, certainly. Words needed to be rearranged, sections moved around here and there, things added and subtracted for clarity and flow. But I didn’t close it in despair. I don’t hate it.
I think I might submit it somewhere. Not right away, not tonight. I need to throw it at a few people and see what they think. But, yeah. I have a better feeling about this one than I did with “Kate,” (which, yes, I know. I still need to revise and resubmit. That probably won’t happen until Hill and I finish our other project. SO THERE.)
Anyway. Victory. I think.