With the New Year, I have been aware of the need to create something every day, and make that a priority.
New Year's Day and yesterday, I worked on writing the next chapter of Transitions, a rather boring soap opera that follows the next stage of life at the Reich estate and Owen Reich-Ambris' transformation from kid to trying on his father's shoes as owner of the estate.
One of the things I've learned over the past traumatic two and some years is that while I do enjoy writing and need to write when I'm ill or emotionally hurt, what comes out of my keyboard is not quality work. No less than four novel-length writings are pretty much all dreck. I've been re-reading them lately and felt my face burn with embarrassment all the way through. I won't delete them, but it's very likely that I will re-write them, or at least gut the hell out of them and just pare them down to a couple short stories.
