The new Saturday looks like the old Saturday. So far, anyway.
Up earlier, so that was good. Morning routine, some work, ran a poker tournament, tired, some more work. The goal is to get up early enough that I have time to get good work done and spend some time with my daughter before the poker tournament. Closer today, next week, I hope.
Angel of Death
Since I finished this book, I have worried about my decision to modify my original plan and change Spring Rains into Angel of Death (and others). When I consider how far the work was from my original vision, when I put the work into the context of the series, when I look at the plots and subplots in the content I produced, and when I consider what fits best into my concept for the series, I know that creating Angel of Death out of that was the right thing to do. It isn’t even close.
However, since I did that, I have had the nagging feeling that the book isn’t good enough, that its quirks make it ugly, that I made it stupid. More than once I’ve had the feeling that I should shelve the project until I can rewrite it.
Today, however, I realized that this is what Dean Wesley Smith calls my “critical brain” doing what it does: trying to stop the creation of a piece of work. Recognizing the source of those urges helps me to ignore them and to finish the task. All the usual reasons apply.
As always, I recognize that, no matter what, some people will like the book, and many more will not. That’s just the way it goes. Ultimately, what matters most is whether I like how it turned out. As long as I’m happy with it, that’s literally all that matters.
And as I make this last pass through it, I’m liking it a lot.