It’s happened…my worst fear. I get feedback on my space opera waiting to have the plot picked apart, my structure torn to shreds, and what do I get “I couldn’t finish it.”
“Why not?” I ask and this is what I hear…
“Because you’re not finished yet, you ended the section but not the entire story.”
Son of a bitch! I mean really, here I was afraid that this insane story was crap and then I get to sit and hear about how good it really is, which makes me feel amazing. But the catch is that I have to get back on the ship and somehow beat out a real concise, resolution. None of this half assed crap, but the real deal.
Seriously? This has been the wildest ride I’ve ever taken in the writing world and I love the insanity. Flying blind without an outline, tapping into a genre that never truly hooked me, writing with my feet in the air, it has all brought me here. And tonight I get to go back in space and do it right.
I don’t care what any publisher says. This novella is going to reach you guys. Just gotta finish it first (and edit the hell out it). haha