Sometimes writing goals have to be cut short for friends and paella.
I’m just saying…
Two things got in the way of comet ing my fo of finishing the edits of chapter one:
- Dinner plans. I’m a writer, not a hermit. Friends keep writers from going insane. And did I mention paella?
- Administrative stuff. Herein lies the problem with writing. We have to write to make money, but we also have to promote to get people to buy our books. Last night (and the night before actually) I was working with CyphaCon on panels. I will be the author Gueat of Honor there, and I needed to give them some panel ideas I wanted to do.)
Long story short, I have edits from chapter one done, but they need to be entered. I will do that tonight and catch up this weekend.
Sometimes you have to sacrifice the short term for the long term, and relationships with friends and with conventions are long term things well worth spending extra time tonight entering edits.
About M. B. Weston
M. B. Weston is an award-winning fantasy, pulp, young adult, steampunk, and paranormal author. Her attention to procedure and detail gives her works an authentic gritty, military feel that takes an adventure tale to the level of a true page-turner.
Weston’s writing attracts both fantasy and non-fantasy readers, and her audience ranges from upper-elementary students to adults. A gifted orator, Weston has been invited as a guest speaker to numerous writing and science fiction/fantasy panels at conventions across the US, including DragonCon, BabelCon, NecronomiCon, and Alabama Phoenix Festival. She has served on panels with such authors as Sherrilyn Kenyon, J. F. Lewis, Todd McCaffrey, and Jonathan Maberry. Weston has spoken to thousands of students and adults about the craft of writing and has been invited as the keynote speaker at youth camps and at several schools throughout the US.
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