Egad. Did I think this junk was good? Yeah, I thought it was better than good. When I wrote it, it seemed terrific. I even read it through a couple of times and made some tiny changes.
Today, I realized I needed to stop for a moment and read through the whole thing as it stands, do some light editing and make sure my timeline made sense. So I printed out what I had and began to review. The first three chapters weren't bad. But chapter four?
It's like I wrote it with a smelly sock over my face.
I've decided the best thing I can do for myself and my work is to let it rest tonight. I'll pick it up tomorrow when I'm fresh.
Maybe I'll be easier to get along with.
Maybe the smelly sock will have some answers.
CR: The Four Last Things by Timothy Hallinan.
It's all better with friends.