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.)