As much as I love working on novels--I get so attached to the characters and the settings; it's like living in your own universe for a few months--I miss writing short stories, and I can't wait to wrap up this book so I can focus on short fiction for a little while. There is something extremely mechanical about building a novel. There's a beginning that sets up the action, a middle that compounds the trouble, and an ending that wraps everything up neatly. I hate middles. They seem so forced. I'm even struggling with the novels I'm READING lately, because I just can't stand the can of troubles the poor characters are forced to open up and chow down.
Short fiction doesn't have that trouble. You pretty much leap straight into disaster and just kick your way through the monsters. I'm becoming more and more in love with short fiction every day.
In the meantime, I've got a book to finish. And as much as I like complaining about it, I'm beginning to have these clinging, whining fears of finishing it. After all, I love my heroine. Finishing her story kind of finishes ... her. As exciting as the climax of Act 4 will be, there's something funereal about closing up the piece.
Until the rewrites. ;)