I finished the Deadbells draft! I'm thrilled. Unfortunately, it's terrible. Worst first draft EVER written. So terrible that it makes me cringe to think about it - and usually I know what to do with my drafts, how to fix them, what they need, etc. But this one...egads. I can't even bear to pull it back up.
Yet, it's a reason to celebrate. It's the first short I've written (by myself, since the lovely Gio and I wrote two together last fall) since Mum died. Happy early Mother's Day, Mom - this crazy and messed-up story is for you. Love, Erin
I think I might give it a new working title - The Shoshannas. Or just 'Shoshanna,' but we'll see. Still a victory.