Much has changed since my last post on this page, both in writing and otherwise. What I did not realize back in the shining days of that first draft was that I did not have a firm grasp of what makes a solid, proper novel. I have studied, and rewritten, producing another first draft that still doesn’t quite cut it. I am on the sixth rendition of such endeavors, with two other completed novel manuscripts sitting as skeletons in the closet.
I am pursuing another career in addition to writing, and thank goodness that I have the opportunity for that. It is my hope that my fiction writing can provide supplemental income in addition to my salary. I hate it that the pursuits of my life have become about money instead of the alleviation of human suffering. As one might guess, I have no choice in the matter.
Enough of worries and complaints. I have joined a professional writing group run by published authors. I have applied to summer writing workshops, and drained my bank account to attend my first major writer’s conference. I have found as of two weeks ago a beta reader who tears apart my work and reveals its weaknesses. I am reading novels objectively and recommended writing guides. I am still writing, and I hope that will result in a real story one of these days. God Bless me and keep me until I manage it.
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