My first WIP, a work I started six years ago, now, has been on my mind. It's the novel I cut my teeth on. The one I allowed to be critiqued, the one I finished at least twice. I got it out the other day and started rereading it. Lo and behold, it's darn good writing. When I thought about it, it should be, I mean I nurtured it for five years before I put it aside for Bum's Rush. So there you have it. The name of this piece is, How Present the Past. Just so you know. You can watch my progress on my Bum's Rush page.
