Last night I took a little time to go through my files, to see what stories and poetry I have out and what needs to be resubmitted. I used to do this at least once a month, but it seems today that when I sit down to write I usually have deadlines looming and need to get right into new stuff. I found a bunch of items lying around in my files that needed to go out, so I submitted four stories, got six poems ready to go in January when the Science Fiction Poetry Association begins its reading period, and identified a couple of snail mail magazines I want to send pieces to today. After that I’ve got to get back onto two non-fiction pieces that are due just after the start of the new year.
As an aside, I wrote this entry on my laptop this morning as I sat out on my back deck and watched the robins splattering around in the puddles in the yard. Amazing how nice and warm it is here for December 29. There was enough wind to stir the trees and ring the wooden wind chimes, but it had no chill edge and I worked in sweat pants and a t-shirt. For those of you in the cold climates reading this, I’m sorry. Uhm, well, almost.