September is the time to start new things, even if you're not going back to school. So I printed out a Work in Progress and put it in a spanking new red binder. I have a nice fresh red pen. Now I just have to start reading and marking.
I guess that's not exactly a new thing, but I've had a four month break from it. I hadn't meant to wait so long, except that I was waiting on feedback which is apparently only going to happen on a geological time scale (and I want to be done with this by November).
I'm kind of dreading the revision process and looking forward to it at the same time. The binder is sitting right in front of me, mocking me, saying, "Go ahead, open me up. Start reading."
As if the agony of my own prose stylings weren't enough, tomorrow I have to finish translating The Article That Saps My Will to Exist. And then hit that with the red pen too.
171 words | September 4, 2006 11:18 PM | Writer's block