Oh, I am a slow writer. I am the very slowest of slow writers. You know, except when a story comes out fast.

But in general, I tend to be working on things that have been hanging around for months to a year.

Recently a friend of mine gave a story a whizz-bang edit: just chock full of helpful commentary and enthusiasm. I hadn’t looked at the story since I sent it to her.

And you know what? It’s a watershed story: one of the ones that represents a step up the ladder. I’m proud of that work. I’m confident it’ll find a home. It’s actually pretty (shh!) good.

It makes all the other things I’m working on look  flaccid in comparison. Now I want to start them all over from scratch.

Dangit!