Well, it’s not like the noise of the renovation was wonderfully inspiring – though, if I’m being brutally honest, the workers themselves were. Does it make sense that renovators look like models between jobs? It’s certainly not what I expected.
That said, the noise and being trapped in the office with a dog who’d rather not be trapped in the office has been somewhat tiresome, and we’re only three days into it. Whee.
Still, when all is said and done, it’ll be worth it.
Writing Wednesday is my way of keeping myself publicly accountable for how far I’m getting on the writing front, and last week was the first week I had nearly zero progress (due to renovation prepwork). This week I’ve done a bit better than that. I’ve tipped over into the last 10% of the rough draft (or likely closer to the last 5%, at this point) and soon I’ll be sewing it all up into one big document for ease of slashing at it with a giant red pen on an actual print out.
Ah, Triad Blood, you’ll live up to your name, I’m sure.
The Short Stuff
If the novel was wounded by the last two weeks, short fiction got murdered. I’ve barely touched any of the short fiction pieces I was working on, and I haven’t sent anything off yet this month – that’s cutting it down to the wire, and I’m nervous about accomplishing the goal of one submission a month that Jeffrey Ricker challenged. So far I’ve been on track, and I hope I can recover enough to send something out for June.
I don’t suppose any of you know of any flash fiction contests? No?
Open Calls I Know About…
Other places to always check include the Lambda Literary Calls of Submission page.
Heard of any good calls lately? Pop ’em in the comments, too.