Got a little rain last night. Not much, but some.
Slept pretty well, given the arm’s still bad.
Spread out the writing between the new shorts and the novel. Did a little bit of research, too, and made a couple of new submissions.
Can I gripe for just a second? I know this is getting to be old hat, but today I discovered a story of mine—one that had been under consideration more than a year—in rejection pile, this time without even a note to accompany it. It’s only because I cross-reference the hell out of my work that I even noticed something was amiss. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, this is BS business. Glad I like writing, or I might quit.
Worked out early this afternoon, and got in a lot of exercise. Even so, can feel the difference not having weights.
Nice day. Wish I’d gotten out for a walk, too, but you can’t have everything.
Gonna take it easy tonight. Get in some reading. Like that.