How editing is much like removing a limb

- I removed some people from my f-list because they were kind of boring to read and I have better things to do than friend three or four people who basically spend all day quoting each other and talking about academic drivel. Sounds harsh? Well, it is.

- Not sure I'm even going to keep this journal open. Doesn't seem worth it. It doesn't really help me. Nobody pays that much attention to it. I might keep it open for NaNoWriMo type dealies and nothing else. Feel free to give imput

- I've come to the conclusion that Revenent Blues is a finishable, workable novel. But it needs drastic help. I have no idea what that help would entail. Given, I started this thing for the purposes of seeing if I could get to 50,000 words in three months - and it succeeded at that. But novels are about more than the quantity of words, they're about the quality of them, too. I need someone to be brutally honest with me. *brutally*. Because this novel needs to be *beaten* into shape.

- I have another novel idea in my head, and I'm working on it tentatively. I'm afraid to commit, because committing means declaring some kind of failure for my other novel. Wah!

- Short stories take longer than most people think.