Oooo, bad head day. Not a good idea to try and work on top of a skinful of the comforting southern stuff. Finished 'The Capricorn Wind' at midnight and wopped down the last of my drink in celebration and sorrow. Oh, the sheer joy of hitting that last key and oh, the sheer horror of now parting with it for at least six months. No, I'm not sending it off anywhere it's going to stay right where it is, having a little snooze, until I dig it out again.
A while ago I found that this is the way that I like to work and I use this method for every piece of writing (well not begging letters to the bank, that would be taking it a step too far). In putting a piece 'to bed' I can clear my mind of the characters that have invaded my head for the last six to twelve months giving us both a break.
When I come back to it I will see it with a readers eyes and be able to edit it without remorse, that is if I think it is worth working on. Poems, comment pieces and short stories have a lesser nap but the same rules still apply. I have found that this works to my advantage and have had more stuff looked at since I stopped sending things off the moment that I finished them.
So sleep tight CW, see you in October.