The sun was in my eyes.
My suit was at the cleaners.
My car wouldn’t start.
Friends dropped in from out of town.
My car was stolen.
. . . with apologies to Jake Blues . . . .
Actually, I’ve been working on my story, and my day job, and my kids—but the story is my main excuse.
The problem with being a writer who is later taught how to edit is that it forces one to keep going back and rewriting, then reviewing, then rewriting, etc.
HOWEVER- – – – – – I think it’s getting better.
Hopefully, I’ll be able to share it in my mortal lifetime.
Cross your fingers.
