Just a quick post today to get a few things out there.
First, Exiled officially has a cover artist. I’ll have some roughs next week and make a decision which route to go. Hopefully in the next two weeks my baby will have a face and I can share it with all of you!
Second, I made a post on Twitter yesterday about the love/hate relationship I have with my writing. Sometimes I’m absolutely thrilled with it. It’s witty, sharp, exciting and flows perfectly. Why is it then, that sometimes I read what I’ve written and I hate it? I’ve read it a dozen times and I loved it 60% of the time, but the other 40% I’m sure I’m doomed to fail.
Is this as simple as being “The way of the artist?” Does it comes with the territory of creating something? Answers to these questions I do not have, but I do know, I don’t like it.
Do you love the work you’ve done one day, only to hate it the next? Do you take some time and come back to it, finding you love it again, or do you tear it apart in your moment of disgust and revise it altogether? You tell me!