As for that short story, it’s coming along–it’s passed the halfway point in word count. It’s challenging, if only because the Victorians were so wordy–when I get my head into period dialogue, my steampunk starts taking a lot of words.
It’s also a challenge emotionally, as somehow I have become convinced that turning in anything will make me the laughingstock of Los Angeles. Intellectually, I know that’s silly–I can’t possibly be the worst writer in L.A., not even if I restrict that to the worst writer in NaNoLosAngeles. This is far too big a place for that. But that’s my head for you–if I don’t think there’s a chance of being the best, it’ll decide I must be the worst. Being in the middle is not a choice my head makes.
Onward, then. If I can get the draft done by next Monday, I’ll have three weeks to revise.
I can do this.