Don’t you love it when life picks you up by the ankles, thrashes you about, then drops you on your head and says, “See you next week?”
The read-thru is going as slow as molasses. I had come up with what I thought would be a nifty plan for today, figuring I could work on that and send out a story, it being Friday after all. But my glasses broke last night right as I was going to bed and now I am suffering through a pair that is sure to give me a whopping headache. It’s off to get a new pair ASAP, which means no work on the novel today and, worse, no submitting a story.
I’m CHEESED. Supremely.
However, I don’t have anything really send-able, either. The last two things I submitted are still out there (not a bad thing!) and the third story I have that is ready (I think) is weird and doesn’t fit any of the usual markets. I will not have time to properly research an appropriate market and format it this morning/early afternoon before work.
So, after four weeks submitting, I’ve come to a screeching halt. Which is probably a good thing because I can’t really SEE anything all that well at the moment.
Skipping this week, alas. Which means that sometime soon I will send two submissions out at once.
I will not let this derail me — REPEAT — I will not let this derail me. I can only derail myself.