I finished Black Sight this morning. Sort of. There's a beginning, middle, and an end. It needs an edit. Badly. It's nowhere near as long as I would have wanted it, there are parts I forgot to add. But I'm waiting to do that. I'm not going to look at it for a while and work on some other writing project. I'm not re-writing Black Sight. On that, I am adamant. I'm tired of this story. I love my characters, make no mistake, but I'm done. Done. Done. Done. At least for a little while.
My mother never read that story I printed out the first time or second time, or whatever.
I got another story I've been itching to work on, so I'll move onto that.