I have just pushed yet another story to the backburner.
Was it going horribly wrong? Was I stuck at a dead end? Was I sure that it would never see the light of publication?
Nope. I ran out of time. Technically, with both of these, I could have finished them and kicked them out the door, but I knew they would read like what they are. Rushed. Hurried. And they'd reflect badly on me as representations of what I can do.
Besides, it's not like I don't have plenty of other stuff to write. I'm not giving up on these pieces. I'm just waiting a while. I'll come back to them I'm sure. I like them quite a bit.
Mostly, I need to be more realistic with myself about deadlines. If something is due by the middle of the month, starting it on the first is just silly.
In other exciting news, I have the cover for my October book! And I'm in love. Sable outdid herself and I'm so thrilled.
Isn't she gorgeous?