Good morning. I finished Wicked Frat Boy Ways yesterday and turned it in. I am now in that weird afterglow of it's done! it's done! and oh my God it's probably the worst piece of crap ever turned in to an editor.
Such is life as a writer.
I have decided that January is going to be yet another attempt at Short Story Month for me, in which I try to read, and blog about, a short story every day. I have tried this before, and have failed, but yesterday's mail brought copies of Harlan Ellison's The Beast That Shouted Love at the Heart of the World, Strange Wine, Stalking the Nighmare, and Approaching Oblivion, so there is THAT, and I have lots of anthologies and single author collections haunting my shelves and my iPad.
I am also looking forward to reacquainting myself with some of Ellison's short stories, and discovering new ones.
I am going to spend this weekend getting ready to dive headlong into finishing the next book, due on January 1, getting caught up and varied sundries that have fallen through the cracks, perhaps outlining the new book I started writing this past week, writing an essay that's due soon, and maybe crafting/editing some other short stories that have been lying around unfinished or in need of a second go-round. My plans for the weekend are obviously rather ambitious, and I won't get everything done I need to, but I also don't think it's a bad idea to have lots of plans; even if I feel like a complete and utter loser when I don't accomplish everything I set out to. I also want to finish reading A Head Full of Ghosts as well as start reading something new; and there's lots of organizing and cleaning in the kitchen/office that definitely needs to be taken care of.
It truly never ends.
The weather here has also finally turned; it's chilly and I have to wear sleeves and head covering--probably what most people would call fall or autumn; what we consider the start our brief winter. It's kind of gray out there today; but it is Friday which is lovely.
All right, I need to get my day started.
Here's a hunk from the French Farmers calendar.