I finished the third draft of Dystopolis on Friday. It’s a little over 41,000 words, which seems short when I state it like that, but I’m hoping that it’s satisfying to read. I’ve retitled all but one story. A couple of character names and traits have changed. Everything is now as consistent as I think it’ll get without extra oversight, which is why a couple of people have agreed to give the whole book a few extra passes before it’s released out into the world.

Giving something like this up is intensely nerve-wracking. I haven’t shared my writing with anyone for a very long time, and I’m scared of disappointing others; this is quite unlike the stuff I’ve done before. It’s a little less weird, and attemps to stab at something resembling profundity, and when you stop using bizarre events as a crutch it can expose you.

So. This is all longhand for “I’ll be hiding in bed for the next couple of months”. I hope that’s okay.