As a writer, you dream of reaching the conclusion. But we live in the present. Actually typing “The End” becomes anti-climactic rather than the cathartic experience you’d imagined. Still, it’s done. All those interminable hours in the chair have concluded with…something. Is it any good? Here come the doubts, the second-guessing, the expressions of Imposter… Continue reading First Draft Malaise. Plus Savage Journal Entry 21.
If Ken Lizzi has a quest it is to help infuse a pulp sensibility into 21st Century fiction