A rock solid week of writing turned cold mid-week. Unforseen extracurricular activities and the job swallowed way more time than I anticipated. Tomorrow the tide reverses.

Seriously though, how often does one need a tux fitting so he can serve as a best man? Or resolve two Internet connectivity issues, one of which idled the entire campus, and killed a business day. Plus convince a CFO that spending 20k is saving money. Then spend 20k.

Got The Stash to a few people for comments and feedback. This will be an interesting exercise, because I’m at a loss as to how I feel about the story myself. Horror and me might work.

Some claim one sign of a solid story is whether or not it interests the author. Translated, is this a story the author has to read? If so, maybe the piece has that special quality that sets it apart. I might be too old and jaded, but I know that my personal tastes are darker and more technical than to serve as any kind of indicator.

Oh, I know what I like. I like 1,200 page biographies and books on network design or application development.Then a Helen Fielding, James Patterson and Robert Parker chaser. Very different genres and kinds of entertainment, that stimulate different areas of the brain, and which draw very different readers. And yet I have no interest writing in any of those genres. All right, I would like to write mysteries like Parker, or thrillers like Patterson.

Bottom line: I distrust my judgment over whether a manuscript delivers the goods. Maybe that makes me try harder at my own writing. It might.