So, a working afternoon, then dinner with Pam and Arthur and the baby. It's all good. The next three days I'll be doing a writing retreat that Susan Lee organized, which should be fun. I'm hoping I can finish the bulk of the collection revisions today, so that I can spend a good chunk of that time diving into the new book.
I've been feeling a fair bit of anxiety about the collection this week -- about getting it right, about critical reception, that kind of thing. Kevin started reading this final draft Tuesday, and when he called me up with comments, I felt my heart start thumping, terrified that he wouldn't like it. He's read bits and pieces of it over the years, of course, but never the whole thing in one go. His opinion matters too much to me. He gave me some small crits, and at the end of that story, said that he'd liked it a lot. Whew! I then chided him for not saying that at the beginning of his response. He'll try to keep that in mind for the future. :-)
Anyway, I'm hoping that starting the new book will help to keep me from obsessing about the collection, which will very shortly be at a point where I can't change anything. It's a plan, anyway. Not sure if it's a good plan, but any plan is better than nothing...
My husband has always been very good to start off with he liked/didn’t like something I’ve done so that I have that framework.
OTOH, he’s very biased and likes almost everything I’ve ever written.
Dawn