Facing the past in the file of supposedly "finished" stories and finding them screaming for help. Am I up to the task? Do I see what they need? I don’t know.
Looking for arc, for conflict where I’m sorely in short supply. Building a character to be knowable, reachable, a friend or even a foe for fifteen minutes of reading, a bit longer to bother the mind before you move on.
Show, show, show; don’t tell.
Six stories out of maybe twenty worth fixing. One hasn’t ended, doesn’t know how. This gets copied into a new "Save As" draft, missing the last two pages. Maybe it’ll learn where it’s headed if it’s faced with empty space to explore.
The Lost Children: A Charity Anthology