Yes, it’s that time again, where we celebrate the cycle of the year. 365 days passed since last time. Gadzooks!
Cycles are deeply ingrained in us. I don’t mean bicycles, though they can get pretty deeply ingrained as well, especially on a bumpy road. As the world turns and the seasons change, our attitudes and fortunes ebb and flow. Time changes everything, even while history repeats itself.
Like most budding writers, I enter any and every competition that I can afford to. One such competition was the Writers of the Future contest, sponsored by L. Ron Hubbard. Okay, I know what you’re thinking: ‘What’s the top prize, a personality test?’
The last two weeks have largely been consumed by editing. As I’ve said, Splinters of Truth is on its way. One story in particular, ‘The Firebird’, has been giving me considerable grief. Progress had been delayed by that most dreaded of creatures, the Editing Raptor.
The Editing Raptor is intelligent, swift and deadly. He can open doors, doors into your self-doubt that allow his pack to enter your mind and attack anything that you thought was cool in the first draft.