what should have been my february short is done.  now to put it away for a day or two, then take another pass at it—and then it’s off to the submission call that inspired it.

i didn’t like it very much from the outset.  now i kinda like it, but not enough to keep fiddling with it.  i was talking to my father last night and he was saying much the same thing about drawing—there are some he loves and some he just likes, even now, after years of practice.

that feeling, that you had something much better in your head when you began this, but you cannot remember exactly what, and nothing you try seems to get you closer to that vaguely remembered greatness.

there are times when i sit down to write a new story and i feel as if i’d never done this before.  i can see now that will never go away.

i have my march idea, but it will be longer, and i’m still not sleeping right.  so it will have to stew for a while longer.