
I had to delete the first version of this story and start over.
This story is about needing a mission statement. I decided sometime ago I needed one, or my stories would be all over the map, even more than they are now. Every gripe, every passion, every whim could pull me off course.
Thatโs what happened to my first draft. I knew where I wanted to go, but the winds drew me in the wrong direction, and it ended up sounding petty and petulant.
How perfect for my comments about a mission statement.
When I looked at my M.S. I realized this wasnโt Kansas anymore, so I decided it would be easier to toss it and start over.
Whenever I decide to read something, I hope and expect to either be entertained or educated, not scolded or scammed. There is a lot of that going on right now, and I donโt care for it.
So before I hit publish, I re-read my mission statement to be sure. Mine is a hundred words long, but they donโt have to be that long. Just as long as they remind you of why youโre here, what you want your story to be and what your readers are expecting of you.
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