I promised to do an update on my writing progress.

I’ve got one short in final editing stage, and the monster wip nearing completion.
There it is.

The problem with this update is that I’ve been doing my final edits on that short–and it is SHORT–for about three WEEKS now.
The monster wip is just that—clawing and scratching at me every step of the way. And I’ve been “nearing completion” for over two months.

I hate the submission process (obviously, yes?). I suppose most authors do. No matter how much blood, sweat, and heart you put into a manuscript…well, it’s like the old question about the falling tree, isn’t it?
Does it make a sound? If it doesn’t reverberate with some attuned set of ears out there, who knows it even exists, and how many echoes before it goes silent? And what happens to this creation that once lived and breathed in your hands if it falls, fails, becomes little more than slices of wood pulp?
I know people probably tire of hearing authors go on about the process. But it can really drain the spirit, even the love of the writing, to keep trying to do your best when it never seems to be good enough.

There’s my update.
Now, I’ve got mss to finish, just because I love the stories. And I suppose that’s the most legitimate reason after all.