Now that I'm putting together my second fiction collection (Toxic Reality, available October 31), I'm looking through my files to make sure I haven't forgotten any stories. What this has shown me is that I'm really pretty bad at organizing--I have four or five files of "completed" and "submitted" and "in progress"--and that I have a ton of stories that are almost but not quite finished. One of the reasons for this half-assed, half-baked, half-finished state of affairs is that I often begin a story in one of the notebooks I carry around in my purse. I hate waiting around, so if I'm at a bus stop or waiting for my monthly shot at the eye clinic, I'll work on a story or play with a stray idea. The problem is I'm not particularly disciplined about transcribing those pages into my computer. And I have a LOT of notebooks. So sometimes stories get lost in the process. I ran across one such story this morning. "Impersonating a Fairy." It's lighter than my usual fare--I can't be noir girl all the time--and all it needs is an edit.
My goal today is to finish that story. My goal this month is to track down any other stories in the same condition and finish them.
It's good to have goals.