A funny thing happened last night.
I’d been working on a stressful project last night — not creativity related, just a project that needed done like 3 weeks ago and I don’t have all the information for and I’m still working on so it’s stressing me out so much so that I can have long run-on sentences about it without feeling too guilty. Once I got to a point where I literally could go no further, I jumped onto Facebook to lighten my mood.
Why in the world I thought that might be a possibility, I don’t know.
I’m scrolling through posts and I happen onto one that made me stop. It must have been my tired, overworked brain for I completely misread what it said and I got hooked into looking at the comments before I realized that I really didn’t care about the topic being discussed. Seriously, it’s one of those topics that only gets discussed because everyone gets so outraged over it — a completely unnecessary and vicious cycle.
But, as I closed out of my browser, I had this thought that I had a section in Prince of the Ruined Land which reflected an antiquated kind of sentiment being presented on the Facebook post. Worse, I realized that what I had done in the book was carry over my own 1980-ish beliefs onto it.
As I puttered around getting ready for bed, I couldn’t get that thought out of my mind. It had to do with the centaurs and I kept asking myself if I really felt that way about them? Or was I being untrue to who they were as a race? I finally decided I had to make the revision.
All it would take would be the change of a few words to change the entire context.
So I jumped up this morning, make the necessary change to the story, and upload the revised version across all the sites.
The Bloody Saint returns!
At least I got the changes made before the distribution sites lock it down.
I hope there are no more sudden revisions I need to make.