From way back when.
Kraite stroked the ridge of fur back from the corner of his mouth and twisted the thin braid at the end. He disliked the style, but the braids appealed to Mallen. Repeating the action made him feel thoughtful.
He was not thoughtful. At least not anymore.
The bush in Qwain, especially here at the [...]
Xannajhandra-tha drifted nearer the surface.
The vent-heated lake warmed his naked body and gave his mind comfort. Inside the water he felt purposeful and distinct. He allowed his tail to uncoil and sink into the hotter layers nearer this last vent on the downstream end of the lake. As it dropped his awareness [...]
Crap. I don’t really know what editing is.
I suspect my plan to edit something as short as “Bunbun of the Veleme” might be part of my problem. There isn’t enough to rewrite exactly. Most likely I’d simply erase the whole bit and start over with something else.
Instead I’ll punt.
Bunbun dropped from the [...]
Real writers are voluminous writers. They have completed novels, abandoned novels, and unwritten novels. Never mind writing more than one story in a lifetime or year, they write more than one a month. Sometimes after tens of pages they give up on a story because it turns out to be going nowhere. [...]