Still humming along through the new draft. Be sweet if the whole manuscript wen that way.
Worked till a little past noon, then headed out to the gym. Arm was sore, but did what I came to do and managed a nice workout.
Sun made an appearance. Stuck around, too. The air was still chilly, and yeah, we got a bit of snow, but nothing that wasn’t gone by afternoon.
Things are still dragging in the world of short fiction, though I did get a timely rejection today. Hate to start marking my days with pink slips, but any sign of life out there is a positive.
Heard from Mosaic Art & Literature regarding comp copies. Next month, they say.
Promises, promises.
Or as David Mamet might put it, “Bibbity, bobbity, boo.”