I’m finally getting comfortable with my first three chapters. It’s been a tough number of revisions and rewrites, editorial advice, reader confusion, reader delight. Now, finally, I’m liking my own stuff. Is that bad? Maybe this is a delusion? Maybe I have numbed my senses to the awfulness of what’s on the page? I know it can always get better. I know it will never be done. But, I also know I need to move on, to submit, to take my chances, to steel for rejection but hope for victory, to be patient, to be neurotic, depressed, elated. I don’t know. But I do know the story makes some sense now. It flows better. I must muscle some better verbs into the story, but I think it is ever so close to a final read by my readers and editor. Goal is to submit to the small press that is interested in the story line before the end of the month. Must have goals or I would be caught in an endless editing / rewriting loop. I don’t expect anyone will say, “whoa, this is perfect, don’t change a thing…” But, I’m hoping someone says, “I get it, I see where you are going. The characters are interesting. I’d like to read more.” Probably too much to ask, but here’s hoping for thumbs up.