I've had "Bison's Child" sitting around on my hard drive for a bit. I wrote this back in April and May, around the Tucson vacation.

I was so proud of it at the time. I thought I'd really written something great.

And it does have its good moments, its nice moments. But jeez it needs a lot of work.

I've gone through the first five pages, though I probably need to go back a page or two and redo them. I'm going to break for a while. I've got a mother of a headache and there's no way I can productively go through this monster like that. It'll be ineffective in the long run.

I'm being so good. I'm just ripping the darling apart. It really truly needs it. And it feels good to rip it apart, to look at the things that work and don't. I haven't looked at this for several months. The last time I did an edit/rewrite, I thought it looked really good. And now I know that it still needs lots of work. And that's such a great thing. It means that I'm getting better. I'm improving. I'm learning.

What more could I ask for?

Well, except for the new edit/rewrite to be easy, go well, and turn out a fabulous story. Let's cross our fingers, shall we?