Perfecting an art form

So the last couple of days I have been working on a novelette, something that I wrote around six years prior. As I edit and rewrite segments, I am amazed how much I have grown as a writer. Yes, I may have stalled with my projects but the fact remained that I endeavoured to at least write something . . . even if that something never saw the light of day. The good news is that my writing has matured and it will continue to do so with each new story.

Better still, it has given me the necessary confidence to at least try editing my stuff, and that counts for something.

I think I can? No... I know I can

I feel as if I had been on some winter slumber with my writing, and am now only coming out of hibernation. With summer just around the corner and a sudden increase of free time up my sleeve, complements of making the decision of taking a step back and let the company my family founded flourish, I will make the effort to write an treat it much like any profession - with the professionalism it deserves.

Besides, if my friend Erica can do it and be successful, so can I.

I know I can! I know I can! I know I can! I know I can!

Now that I got that out of the way, what's in store for the new year? For one, I'll be revisiting a few old tales and see if anything is salvageable, revise, rewrite and send off to the betas for a second opinion and publish. Does it mean I'll be going independent, like I did with Compromised, Exit Strategy and Cover Up? Yes and no, maybe. It's a toss up. If I can sell to the likes of a science fiction magazine or publisher specialising in short novels first, I will. I may also try independently too, so watch this space either way.