April 26, 2004
There's no pleasing me, is there?
As I posted over on Livejournal while this site was being a pain in the ass, "Midsummer" is up over at Kenoma as of this morning.
I'm not as excited about it as I thought I'd be. I'm not sure why this is. I mean, that was my favorite story for so long. I wrote the bulk of it three years ago--and that may be the problem. It doesn't feel like mine anymore. I've revised and edited and changed and fixed so much, it feels like it's as much the product of various editors' notes as it is mine. More so--my parts of it don't seem like me anymore either. I don't think I could write the story now. I've changed too much.
Another part of the problem is that I'm still not entirely happy with it. It still, after three years, isn't the story I wanted it to be. But for all practical purposes, it's done. It's published, I got paid for it, it's time to let it be what it is and move on. I know, I know. I'm bitching about publication. You are all entirely welcome to smack me when you see me next.
