Today, I printed out all of the short stories that I haven’t been reviewing, editing, and submitting over the past year. All in all, that’s about two hundred pages of pure genius, just waiting for me to remember how to spell, how to format, and how to uhm… well, write. I was vaguely shocked that there were so many of them.
You know that thing where you’re supposed to finish what you write?
Well, apparently, that’s my plan for the next few weeks… and December… uh… January, maybe.
I’m not sure how well it will fit in with Nanowrimo. Better than finishing up the revision of a full novel, probably. They’re little chunks that I can work on without committing to anything that would take away from writing a full novel.