What Happens When Your Story's 16 Year-Old Manuscript is Terrible?

I made it through the remaining notebooks for “Stew.” Pure crap. Furthermore, I only have 9 chapters here. Maybe I wrote more. I hope not.

 

I am left wondering what I was thinking and also knowing what I was thinking. Muncie, old girlfriends, music, Faust. It does not resemble my memory of the original idea and it does not resemble my memory of what I wrote in 2010. The only interesting idea is a multi-dimensional bar. 

 

Having spent Sunday, parts of Saturday and Friday, and a bit of Thursday working through Chapter 8 with mostly new ideas, I have left myself on my own. I remain on hiatus for the next few days.

The good news is that I might be able to use some of the material (exclduing visits to a crossroads) for “Chasing Ashes” when I get to Muncie. Perhaps shrink it down to a chapter to follow “Passerby”. 

 

I have been a mess since Friday. No church yesterday because when I was about to leave the digestive tract decided to rebel. Saturday, it was my back and stomach. I meant to go to No Kings only when I arrived I felt too tired to be in a crowd or even to stand in the crowd. I called CC, and we went to dinner at the new Yummy Mongolian Barbeque. The place is rather posh in its ambience, was packed, and the food was good until my stomach turned on the spices I chose.

 

Insomnia has been a problem. Even tonight I had to crash after taking care of some business. It was the back again.

 

I managed a few blog posts this morning, and I got my dishes done and vacuumed! I spent an hour talking to J. I left her laughing, something she needs.

 

It is going on 11 PM. Too much caffeine too late and sleep will probably be unsuccessful. I will put off submissions until tomorrow. Unless insomnia strikes again.

 

 

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