Trezka is Away

On Wednesday, I put a pin in the current draft of Trezka.

It’s not the final draft I think. I need feedback. I’ve been working on it so long, so arduously, that I began to nitpick at unimportant minutiae. That’s never a good thing, and it inevitably leads to a worse product, so I accepted the tracked changes, cleaned up the mess, and asked a friend to read it through and tell me if I’m nuts or not.

I may be, you know.

I’ve said it before, but this book is quite unlike Sanity’s Flaw and The Nobodies, though it builds on those and fundamentally closes the majority of plot threads from “The Procyk Trilogy.” Taking on any sort of different undertaking as this should feel nerve-wracking. It comes with the territory. Another close friend read the beginning of Trezka’s second half last night and seemed positively impressed, so perhaps my lack of faith is not warranted.

I still don’t know, though. I read that same section out loud during my morning walk today and immediately focused on a few areas that I felt should be adjusted. Again, maybe I’m being overly protective of this. Maybe I just don’t know when to quit.

Thankfully, there’s plenty of time to find out and get Trezka perfectly right. I gave my friend no deadline, and haven’t imposed one on myself outside of a nebulous timetable. It will come, but when? I’m not sure. Maybe next year. Heck, maybe this year if everything falls into place. No promises.

For now, however, I’m putting Trezka out of mind. I’ve a few business-related items to take care of, and then it’s full speed ahead on wrapping the first and second drafts of the Fourth Book, followed by getting The Nobodies into print. And, when I find the time, get that Children’s Book moving again.

Hm. Maybe I’ll do that now.