Today was my son’s last day of kindergarten. My husband took an hour off of work and we sat in tiny little chairs at tiny little tables and enjoyed a tiny little party with his class. A good time was had by all.
And then I wrote. Like the wind! I whipped up a rather charming short story where the character exclaims things like, “Wickedly decadent!” and runs around with a suitcase and her best hat. I’m quite pleased with it. And then I sat down and thought, “You know, I really should submit some of these pieces.” So I did. I submitted six pieces. Six! So my grand total of submitted pieces is currently at 41. I think that one of my magazines has folded, but I’ll check it later. Right now I shall bask in hitting my goal and then one.
Speaking of folding, Tuesday Shorts has closed. This saddens me because I loved reading it, and it was a fun, welcoming place to showcase short shorts. I’ll miss it.
Also, I’ve been floundering about for a new project to throw myself into. Some of you know this. I love to write my novels in desperate spurts, for the most part. I thrive on the stress and the passion. When I give myself too long to complete it, I get restless and bored. But there’s that dry spell between novels that I fill with short stories, at first, and then I start to feel fallow. But today as I was watching the wind blow the lavender around, I suddenly thought, “I miss the characters from my first novel.” And I do! The sequel to that thing was a real train wreck, but I can figure out how to fix it now. I’ve learned quite a bit since then.
Mmm, I found my new project. I’ll work on that while I continue to query RunStarGirl. I’m pretty pleased with this decision.
Pieces out: 41
Goal: 40, baby! Woo!