Mongrel, 9

This is a screenshot of a Adobe’ed artwork by an artist I don’t know. PS, a friend, did the Adobe-ing. It’s so easy these days to lose sight of the original artist. We might as well accept that once our work hits the online world, it’s out of our hands, it’s no use crying. Or conversely, our attitude can be that we’ve launched our art to do its work in the world.

Mongrel, 1

This is it! I’ve just let Draft 2 Digital (the publisher I’ve been with for about six years) know I’ll be serializing it here on my blog. Mind you, it’s not nearly Monday yet in the northern western hemisphere, so I am jumping the starter gun a bit.

And in addition, I said I’d write a post with Ushen’s letter. That’s not happening. It isn’t hard to read her story between the lines, and the details will keep till we meet her again as a grown up woman down the track.

Giving the manuscript another edit while turning it from a print format into an online reading format, I’m laughing about the bits that are already dated. I’ll be interested to hear about you tripping over them.