Feeling good this week. Finally kicked the ass of my Pestilence story (Now called, I think rather temptingly “He could be a super villain”) and submitted it to a magazine. It’s a non-paying zine, but exposure is exposure. Not sure how long it will take them to get back to me but it’s out of my hands now anyway.
I also went through a few chapters of Rain and edited and adjusted. I will do some more of that this evening maybe. Went out for some retail therapy and bought new slippers and a soap dish. Also, Too Cheap has tiny hats now. I bought a white one. $3.90.
Um, writing though. I’m getting back into the swing of things, which is a relief, although I have enjoyed these weeks ‘off’ it’s nice to know that I haven’t lost all my abilities. Ha ha. Um, excuse me, nervous laughter there. Ahem. Apparently I was quite worried on a low level somewhere deep down.
A YA writer whose book is about calling a version of yourself, younger, asks Twitter what would you tell yourself in high school? Selected highlights including Neil Gaiman’s, but you can see them all by looking up the gimmeacall hashtag on Twitter.
Some stuff that middle grade kids love in stories.
I got a lot out of this article which gives permission to take a break. Made me feel a lot better.
A rather cutesy-wutesy but kind of useful article about negotiating with the idea fairy.
Also, you might like to consider spending ten minutes or so re-writing this handy quick submission template and submitting it to the Government. If, that is, you oppose the mining of our National Parks. If you don’t care then don’t bother.