I’m still waiting for my friend to get back with me on the book she’s reading, so in the meantime, I’m going crazy. Is it good? She hates it. I knew it. She hated it so much that she doesn’t want to tell me how bad it is. It’s been over two weeks, and she usually reads a book within a couple of days. Ugh! Why do I suck?!!!

While I agonize over how shitty I am as I writer, I’m left without a project to work on. I pulled up two different novels, trying to decided which one I like more, which one would take the least amount of work to get ready. The answer is neither. They both suck, so I’m going with the one that sucks the least.

So that’s what I’m doing, trying to rewrite something, all the while waiting for my friend to get back to me on my original wip. It’s excruciating, by the way, believing the worst about your ability to turn a tale, praying that it isn’t as bad as I fear. I hope it isn’t as bad as I fear. Please be serviceable.

So now I’m on Reborn, the tale of a man at the end of his life, who lived a fairly selfish life, but who was given a second chance to prove that that though a man may have a new opportunity to do things right, they -will always revert to their nature. A cheater will always be a cheater. They will always hurt the ones they love.

That’s what I’m working on now. It struck me one day as i saw my ex-wife’s grandfather on his deathbed. I wondered if given a second chance, what a man in his position, a man who lived a selfish life would do. My belief is that he would be the same man. A person changes only when he’s physically unable to do what his nature urges him to do.

So that’s the premise. The story is okay, but poorly written. I have a lot to do, and short of a complete rewrite, I’ll do what I can. It’s something to occupy my time. I love the story, love the premise, but it needs a lot of work.