Summer is heading toward it's downward spiral.

And a new project is about to kick off at work.

I'm really hoping it doesn't swallow me up like that last one did.


I attended writers group today, for the first time in months. Read one of my recent flash fiction pieces. Which got rave reviews. I need to find some markets for submitting those.

And, I need to figure out if I'm going to be brave enough to submit this short story I've been sitting on to the place one of the, aforementioned, writers group members recommended, stating "might as well start at the top."


And, really, you might as well. If you're going to get shot down, you may as well get shot down by the most prestigious first. I think starting at the top makes subsequent rejections a little easier to bear.


It's been a while since I submitted anything at all, so I think that's part of what's causing my--I don't really want to call it anxiety, I don't think it rates that high--wariness, perhaps?


I go now. I need to do a read through on that short. Pick a bit at some of those flash fiction pieces. And take a shower... It's well past midnight.