I think… I finished writing my collection of robot stories four days ago but didn’t notice because I had the stories out of order.
It’s like the fiction version of that infinite chocolate bar trick. I rearranged the stories and… TA-DAA! One whole anthology!
It feels weirdly anti-climactic to be like, “Yay! I finished this book… four days ago?”
But sometimes figuring out what -not- to say is just as hard and important as figuring out what -to- say, and it took me that long to realize the book simply doesn’t need another story.
I’ve wanted to be a person who’d written an entire book’s worth of robot short stories for a very long time.
It feels absolutely surreal to have actually achieved this goal.