Earlier today I was talking to a friend that was half way through my book The Halley Branch. She had picked it up a few years ago, but this was the first time she had gotten a chance to read it. She it was fun listening to her, particularly since she was enjoying it so much.
I often think of the bad side of my books like the Halley Branch. I think I fixed a lot of writing issues when I did my next book, The Old Mill, but even there, looking back I see so many things I feel I did wrong. Looking at how well these books have done 🙄, I am as often as embarrassed by them as proud or anything else. I mean, some, like the two fantasy novels, sold in single digits int the three years since its release, even when I tried to give it away.
I had been working on a new book of short stories. My other two books of short stories are both pretty eclectic and the stories tend to be on the shorter side. For this new book, I had picked only sci-fi stories, and the average length was much more than in the previous two. I had done several editing passes and was pretty close to putting it out.
Last May I sent a beta copy out.
In August I tried again.
I haven’t touched it since and figured, “Oh well, The Old Mill, published in January, 2021, would be my last book.”
I went on to other things.
So, seven months later I run into this friend talking about one of my books.
Hmmm. Maybe I’ll start the next round, perhaps final round, of editing this weekend.
I did talk about this book of short stories several times, including this post about editing it, that I wrote in July last year, right about the time I stopped….