I watch the ripples change their size
But never leave the stream
Of warm impermanence
And so the days float through my eyes
But still the days seem the same
And these children that you spit on
As they try to change their worlds
Are immune to your consultations
They're quite aware of what they're goin' through

Sunday, April 11, 2010

WIPped topping

Another chapter rewritten. Another extra hundred words done and out. This rewrite feels a little weird. There's not much cutting or restructuring, mostly extra words to clarify the situation. I'm hoping it because I'm in the area that I knew what was going on and what was supposed to happen.

I really hope I'm not missing something and that I'm doing the right course of action.

I just have a week to finish up edits and then submit the whole thing for critique. On the plus side of things, after that I can start some new things, at least until I need to start reading and critiquing everybody else's stuff.

Tomorrow we start the new job, so I need to get to bed early. Here's to doing something new.

2 comments:

Rick said...

What new job? Crap, I don't stop by for a week or so and you're already employed??? Congrats,Steve!

Steve Buchheit said...

Thanks, Rick. It's a Part-Time Temporary job for the US Census. I'll be a Crew Leader for the failed to respond follow up. So, for a few weeks I'll get a paycheck. Nothing permanent, yet. Although I still hope to interview next week for a decent job (doesn't close until the 19th).