I printed out a full draft of Julia (believe this is draft 3) over the weekend. I’ve been looking forward to doing that for quite a while, but the actual act? Underwhelming.
Why? Excellent question…I wish I knew why. I know she’s not where I want her to be quite yet. Is that it? Or am I tired of Julia?
Anyway, I ran the manuscript through the three-hole punch and stuck it in a binder. Makes it a little more bookish. I’m sadly lacking in the three-ring binder department, so I evicted a previous manuscript and started reading it. The computer references are hilariously out of date (oh 1990s, how quaint you were), but I’m pleasantly surprised by my writing. Not that I would send it as is anywhere. There are some obvious flaws in the opening scenes (as far as I actually read), but the skeleton seems to be intact. That’s encouraging.