With the amount of time I’ve been spending on my manuscript, I haven’t been getting to the end of anything. I haven’t submitted much of anything, and so haven’t had anything published, in forever. It has BUGGED me. Seeing something through to the end is a great feeling, and I miss it. I’ve therefore decided to write a short story that has been kicking around my head for a long time. It’s going well, but I need to cut it back. Here’s something that received the axe:
Making his masterpieces is effortless. His eyes are naturally drawn to the precise point where the needle must go, nudging through the fabric’s weave. His every muscle seems to move of its own accord. When Harrod is deep in his work, he loses himself exquisitely.
M. W. IRVING 