It's red pen week at Casa Nomicon. I'm working through the draft of Iron Temple, filling index cards, writing in margins - sadly, lots and lots of question marks and scrawly notes demanding "To What Purpose?". There's only a month to go, and there's still plot holes that I could drive a truck through - but it will come together.
It's one thing selling a story, it's altogether a different proposition when you're writing something that is going to share space with Margo Lanagan, Terry Dowling, Cat Sparks, Paul Haines, and Louise Katz. You don't want to be the one that writes something that sucks, or, even worse, is just okay.
It's more than a little scary.
Back to the red pen.