Oh Living Being, Gracious and Benign
February 9, again
Another fine day. After writing here this morning, Heather and I dawdled and frolicked around the house for a while. I got several submissions ready to go; it's been a get-back-in-circulation-weekend. Since Friday I've sent stories to Strange Horizons, Asimov's, Twilight Showcase, Zoetrope, Paradox 12, Horror Garage and the Third Alternative. Now all my finished stories are in circulation again; lots of them have come back to me in the past couple of weeks.
We finally struck out into the beautiful afternoon. We went to a little park beyond Piedmont and sat on a fallen tree for a while, talking. Then we went to the sandwich shop for a late lunch, and afterward ambled up the street. We wound up in the tea bar, where I read and wrote for a bit. We ran into the lovely Susan Marie, who was outside on a bench, and sat with her for a while; a nice chance encounter. It's always so good to see her.
Then home again, and after making a list, grocery shopping. We're trying to eat out less, and eat better; we're working out tomorrow night. Getting our bodies back on track. We brought home food, and Holly cooked vegetarian pockets, which are surprisingly yummy even to an unrepentant carnivore like me. We sat on the couch and watched The Simpsons, and then Heather and I frolicked more, and then I retired to my garret to write.
I finished another story. "Melancholy Shore", about 2700 words. I wrote it for Michael Kelly's horror anthology Songs From Dead Singers, which will feature stories about messages from beyond the grave. My story is pretty solid; shouldn't take much revision to get it into shape. I'll send it off to Mike this week. I hope he wants it... but even if it's not what he's looking for, I doubt I'll have trouble selling it elsewhere. It's a story about Dante, and gourmet food, and appliances...
Then I played Diablo II, where I gleefully kicked demon butt.
And that's it. A lovely Sunday. I had fun, and got stuff done, and that's what it's all about.
February Solitary Short-Story Dare
Total words written: 11,350
Words written today: 2,700
Stories written this month: "Henchman Blues" A print of Blake's illustration of Behemoth and Leviathan; I've always wanted one.
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