Milestone achieved. I set myself a deadline to complete a hard copy read through of my latest manuscript by the haunting hour of Halloween. (OK, I missed by a day or so but got there close enough that Pumpkinstein was still mournfully inhabiting our living room.)
So here’s the skinny. I’ve written what I think is part one of a trilogy. It’s the longest thing I’ve ever written. I’ve already made inroads into part two.
But I’ve no idea if it’s any good.
I enjoyed writing it. And, maybe, cosmically, that’s all that matters.
I’ve constructed a universe that I’m still exploring and that’s great fun, too.
But the nervous wait has begun. Self-doubt is part of any creative job but it is particularly rampant while you’re waiting for feedback on your work.
Will anyone else like it or think it has merit? I take nothing for granted.
But the pumpkin soup was fine.