Today I am not only excited to have received a signed copy of Armen Melikian’s novel Journey to Virginland, a book I reviewed, but I am also anxious to tear to pieces the neat and not so tidy short story I wrapped last night, after many, many sips of hot chocolate.
So I’m not working on my novel right this second, but I’m a product of the twentieth century, my attention span is anything but stable, and while I’ll admit that any second of the day, I will also be the first to attest to the fact that I do not have attention deficit disorder. That to me, my friends, is one of the most commonly misdiagnosed disorders of our century.
A few weeks ago I started a short story after a short camping trip and a series of successive horns blaring outside my apartment window upon my return. I got a page and a half into it before I forgot about it, and returned to it a few nights ago, only to forget about it some more a few nights later. So last night, I picked it up and gave it a go. I told my self to sally forth into the gallows of writer despair, and to keep going until I could truthfully say I had written enough to call it a job done, if not very well. And you know what? I finished the damn thing. It’s only 750 words or so, but you know that feeling when you just know a short story is done? When you just know your character has finished saying what it wanted to say, doing what it needed to do?
And so I stopped and tweeted about it, like most tweeters do, and then I went back and read it over. It was rotten orange peels on a pile of yesterday’s feces. Simply revolting. I read it aloud three times and made all these tweaks. When I was satisfied with the night’s revisions, I read a little in bed and Nyquil’d out for the night. Someone I know gave me the snifflies. I intend to revise it until I’m more sniffly tonight, then give it one more day. Then, after one more day’s revisions, I’ll send it to a couple of friends, pretend I’ve integrated their feedback, and submit it somewhere.
Okay, I might integrate a little feedback. Depends on whether or not I’ve had my morning coff.