I finished my short story retelling of Beowulf and presented it to the group on Thursday. Everyone responded to it positively, which was nice. I'm still not really sure what I'm going to do with this short story--if anything. It's too short to sell online by itself and it's probably too long to sell to most literary magazines. A short story compilation is still a possibility, but launching an ebook the right way is expensive--I hate that by the way. For now I'm just going to let it collect dust on my hard drive like most of my work. I'm supposed to be returning to do work on Lost Lamb today, but as you could probably guess, I'm procrastinating.
I've begun to worry about its pacing and level of drama and excitement. It's been nagging at me a little while now. Loki has been reading over the chapters that he missed at group, and even though he's used more words than this, he thinks they're boring. I know that he's not as much of a reader of fiction as I am--he's more of a movie and video game guy--and he probably expects a faster pace with more action and drama. I've mentioned the fact that novels are a longer piece and so the points of high excitement need to be spaced out, but I keep wondering if he's right. I wish I could be someone else who has no forethought or expectations and read the chapters so far. Then I could ask myself what I think.
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