Should I be concerned that I’m not quite sure what I did yesterday? I didn’t black out or anything like that. No booze or mind-altering anything–aside from the prescribed stuff which, since I’m on an antidepressant, I guess does technically count as “mind-altering”–but the day seems to have gone by without me really doing anything. There was a bit of writing and a bit of surfing, but it’s sort of blending into the blur of writing and surfing I’ve done on other days. Not that yesterday was all that less eventful than other days, but perhaps that’s the point.
It’s unsettling is all. There’s time in my life which just . . . passes. Considering what a finite amount of the stuff we have to begin with, that seems wrong. Or, I’m wallowing in my own angst and need to get a grip.
Or a drink.
Warning: There is some nudity on the voting pages. Not safe for work or kiddies!
Received an 11-day rejection from Fictitious Force on a flash piece. I’ve still got a submission with them that’s cresting the 1-month mark that I’m beginning to get hopeful about. Or antsy. Hopeful and antsy in the writing biz feels pretty interchangeable.
jackzodiac just added Gardner Dozois to the list of authors with stories in his Writers for Relief charity anthology. I’m sharing a ToC with Larry Niven, Brian W. Aldiss, Joe Haldeman, Nancy Kress, and Gardner Dozois! I need to go hyperventilate now.
New Words: 100
A pair of editing passes on “The Better To . . . ” and loaded it up to Critters. Next, I need to figure out what I want to write for the heroic fantasy anthology.