Everybody’s working for the weekend

[aadler]

 
In my New Year’s post, I mentioned my determination to put in a minimum of one hour a day on fic writing. So far I have satisfied the continuing requirements of that long-range goal, focusing on the short fic I had intended to do while still back at Fort Bragg. It’s moving along … but I am not satisfied with the quality of composition. It just isn’t working, I know in my head what I want it to be and this isn’t it.

All the same, the story proceeds. Finish first, then work on correction. I’ll get there, and I’m tentatively comforted by the memory that I have habitually been dissatisfied with my first draft, feeling I’ve signally missed the mark at which I was aiming, only to find my concerns diminished with revision and the settling effect of time.

We’ll be leaving for ‘Nebraska’ (my whole family! together for the first time in years!) within a few days. Not, unfortunately, at the same time; I added a flight for Roni to the package we already had, and then discovered the following week that I’d flubbed the departure times and had her leaving the day after the rest of us. (And, of course, booking from a travel site means you can’t change anything without a horrendous penalty fee: in this instance, more than 50% added to the cost of the original already-exorbitant cost.) So, she’ll stay the first night with friends of our son, and get a ride to the airport the next day to fly and join us.

One lemon after another, but we’re still having lemonade this weekend. Count on it.