My last two posts on here, both of which are short fiction, have been—by my own admission—a bit, well, terrible. Maybe terrible’s too harsh a word, but I’m sure you get my meaning.
It’s a reminder to me that writing, good writing, ought not to be rushed. There’s a dogma worth living by. Not that I purport to be an authority on the subject, not by any means. But certainly, those times when I rush to finish a post, or a section in my manuscript, when I return to it later it reads a bit shabby and the point I tried to convey kind of disintegrates, like a sand castle after a wave washes over it.
The rewrite of my manuscript has stalled. I’ve hit a part that I don’t know what to do with, so instead of forcing my way through it, I’m letting it float in the Cloud for a week or so. I’ll come back to it, chip away and eventually find a way to right (and write) it.
Have a good day out there!