I mentioned previously that I was working on a rewrite of my first ever short story. It's a zombie story I've named "Running on Empty". I first wrote it five or six months ago, and its latest incarnation looks nothing like the first.
Last night I edited the story once more, and honestly I consider it pretty much done. Or at least, it's as good as I can get it with my current ability. I have a deadline looming when I'll have to hand it over, and it's probably a good thing. My writing has changed so much in such a short time that I can't help but wonder what this same story would look like if I just sat on it for another six months. If I waited a year, surely then I'll be a better writer! But soon it will go out into the world, and I will no longer be able to tinker with it.
In the meantime, I intend to check it again a few times today, and I'm enjoying reading a book that I haven't read since I was in high school, called 'Obernewtyn' by Isobelle Carmody. And when I put the book down for a break, I ponder which of my stories I'll make grow up next. I'm sure whichever I choose, it'll be happy that it wasn't my firstborn :)