The cutter “Confidence”

I will never forget the beauty of that Coast Guard cutter. I saw her at about 200 yards, where she was tied up to a dock and the families of the crew were meeting after a long deployment in Alaska; that is as close as I have ever gotten to Confidence in any usage of the word.

In my earlier post, The 13% Solution, I outlined problems with my 2nd novel MOTHERSHIP.

My current review/re-write of MOTHERSHIP didn’t go anything like I expected; it is done. I went into it expecting to need to change my ending drastically in order to accommodate the dynamism of “The Training Wheel Mother”. Turned out, she really didn’t need to say a whole lot more than she already had.

Turned out, I can say MOTHERSHIP seems to me to “work” in its present form; the story isn’t DONE done. I am simply saying that I have what just, in the last 3 weeks or so, seems like a contiguous story.

How I feel about it is in my 1st paragraph above. I am simply content to tuck the M/S in for a month or so. There is just so much about MOTHERSHIP I flat love.

In other news, under direct suggestion from the esteemed poetess Jean Esteve, I submitted Dammit-Dave Doesn’t Dare to the Canadian Mag Fleas on the Dog.