But oh, it's been busy. So, so busy.
Here, in fun-for-all-ages bullet points, is a rundown of the boring stuff that's happened since my last update.
- Hub and I bought a house a few days before Christmas.
- Hub changed jobs shortly before the house situation, which caused all sorts of trouble.
- I changed jobs in the middle of March. No more two hour commute.
Funny thing, that, because before I was the type of person who would all but throw myself at the computer to hide the fact that I was working on a story.
|"NO NO IT'S PORN I SWEAR."|
But, surprise surprise, that got old, or I just got tired of pretending those humongous text documents on my computer didn't exist.
So here we are. And-
|If only my smile was this endearing.|
At this point, my work schedule has become so hectic that I haven't had a lot of time to work on my longer projects. This is good and bad, I guess. Obviously, it's bad because I'm not getting it done. But it's also good, because it means I spend my free-thinking time plotting ways to keep the longer projects going.
|It's Conan gif day, apparently.|
Also good is the fact that said free-thinking time lets me brainstorm on short story ideas. Which leads me to what else I'm doing.
Enough short stories to kill a small rhinoceros.
Last week, I submitted a 7,000-ish word short story to an upcoming anthology. I won't know anything until late June. The prompt was "alternative origins for holidays" with a heavy fantasy theme. Writing the story took a couple weeks. Editing took another couple weeks. Sending it took forever, because I would lock up and think "This is terrible why am I doing this I can't even why why why why why?!"
|Just add four pairs of critter eyes peering from the edge of the bed, and it's good to go.|
This happens about once a week with every story. Here's what's crazy about it, though. I have these meltdowns, in which I become absolutely positive nothing but unfiltered crap pours from my fingers. I resist the urge to self-lobotomize.
Then this happens.
|"THIS WILL BE THE BEST THING EVER."|
I can't believe I almost forgot this.
In June (as in NEXT MONTH HOLY CRAP), I'll be participating in a two-day writer's workshop with none other than Peter Beagle. I have to have five thousand words of copy ready to go for the workshop, so he can give me input on it.
Here's how I feel about it.
There's a betting pool going on, as to whether or not I hyperventilate, and pass out within ten seconds of getting to the workshop.
We shall see, friends. We shall see.