That was a good experiment.
And now we are DONE.
In the end, the fiddle-around-with-random-stuff experiment was a colossal failure. Instead of being free to play and take risks, I ended up doing a grand total of nothing in the last three months. We’re chalking it up to a recovery period and refusing to feel bad about it.
Painful though it may be, I think my best bet here is to suffer through Draft 3 of the thing I was working on earlier this year. Writing it was a six-week whirlwind thrill ride and revising it has been torture. It’s a shamefully indulgent erotic drama that I love to pieces and the idea of people not liking it is paralyzing.
Which particularly sucks because, it’s an indulgent erotic drama, which means most people will not like it. This is a quality of niche genres.
Draft 3 is due by Halloween. It’s only 50,000 words, so that shouldn’t be a problem, right?