I finished editing The Blue Paradise last night and emailed it to AJ, who’s already beta-reading it. He tells me he’s made a lot of comments. I’m not gonna ask. 🙂
I’ve decided to return to Phoenix Rising, give that WIP another shot. It’s over 18K words already, and I think I’ve worked out some of the problems that made me stop cold on it. The main characters are so interesting to me that I really want to give this one a transcendent conclusion.
Most days, I love writing. I love everything about it, even the so-called grunt work. My real job gets in the way of it quite often, but I realize I need a job in order to pay the bills, because writing is definitely not going to do it. I often think it’s a shame that people fritter away so many valuable hours doing work that often makes no sense when they could be creating wonderful things in every media.
One thing in particular about work in this country really bugs me: One gets paid for the time they put in, not the job they do.
This is wrong. Time is precious! If people were paid for the job they do rather than the hours they put in, life would make a lot more sense.