Didn’t do anything creative per se, but I did go to Rocky Mountain National Park with the family, and that’s always refreshing. (I’m noticing that I’m using sentence fragments in this Creativity Journal. I need to get out of that habit.) I did read some of James P. Hogan’s The Legend that was Earth.
Worked on revision of “Saint and Cynic.” I’m beginning to hate the piece, I think. When I originally wrote it, I went for a parable tone, and people responded positively to that before. But when I read it now, I don’t like that tone. It feels flat and lifeless. However, I don’t have enough time to completely change the tone of the piece, so I guess I’ll just have to grit my teeth and make the small changes for now.
Began third revision of “The Saint and the Cynic,” my story about a fictional encounter between St. Francis and Diogenes. Ugh. Either I’ve become a better writer since I revised it a couple of years ago, or the story just never was any good. The language is too stilted, the story has POV problems, the list goes on. I’m hoping to have this revised by next Thursday to submit it to the Tem writing group, and it’s going to take a lot of work to get it there.
It’s amazing how quickly inspiration withers away. (see “Inspirational Inadequacy,” in the Original Poetry section.)