Still not the one.
This is closer, and if I mess with it long enough I might find a way to use this and feel completely good about it. Feels like that moment in the Matrix where the Oracle says, ‘maybe in the next life.’
Meanwhile in this life the kids sit a room away watching the season finale of The Flash without me. Its kind of like they watched One-Punch Man without me–like they’ve become independent spirits untethered from their pa. This is not entirely acceptable. Expected, yes. Not acceptable.
Nor is the extremely low wordcount.
I saw the result of that today. I walked by the Author’s Row at Phoenix Comicon where I saw guys I’ve worked with and friends who are doing it big in the writing world and here I am late on a draft. Low wordcount. The idea that I would be able to get stories done in a speedy fashion seems fictional. At least at the moment. I gotta get back to crawling, so I can raise up off my haunches and walk amongst these contemporaries. As opposed to being a middling and rarely published author whose ten minutes tends to represent the better part of his writing efforts as of late.
Still not the one. Not yet.