Keeping Busy, Yes Indeed.

Apparently I still remember how to write a short story, because yesterday I sat down and ripped through 2000 words in a few hours, finishing a short story I had started back before I let Dark Water Blues and Rija's Tale take over my life. The story, about ghosts and cellphones and friendship and revenge, came in at 2500 words in the first draft. It still needs a title.

Since I'm not going to be starting a new novel this year (only revising a couple and getting others ready for submission) I've decided I'm going to take a page from the jaylake school of thought and try to write new pieces of short fiction every week for the rest of the year. It seems a bit daunting, but I have to remember that I'm a fairly quick writer. That said, this is an experiment, and if it fails, that does not mean I fail as a writer, it just means that particular pace doesn't work for me.

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Whatever it was the Reverend was doing inside the circle of cat toys, I haven't seen any obvious repercussions.

And now I need to do some reading and some journaling and start hunting down the paper trail of a pension fund I paid into long ago in preparation of a quest to see if there's any money there I should be receiving. Once finished with that, I'm making shrimp and chicken curry tonight. Sometime in the next day or two I'll be leaving a review of blackaire's novel, Night Life. And there's preparation for 4th Street Fantasy Convention, CONvergence, and MinnSpec still to do.

Lone Star Stories...

...has closed. Man, I hate to see this market go. It published some of the best fiction by emerging talent in spec fic. It had one of the fastest turn around times in publishing, with acceptances and rejections happening within a day. Eric once sent me a rejection five minutes after I submitted the story. I'm sad that I never managed to crack this market, and triple sad to see it close.