Out of touch...

I spent 10.5 hours doing OWFI stuff yesterday. ::sigh:: A volunteer's work is never done.

On a brighter note, the story that I was thinking about shortening to get it within Shimmer's less-than-5K length...I looked it up yesterday, and it's actually 4.6K. For some reason I had in my head that it was 5.6K, so I'm happy about that. I need to tweak it a bit, change the title (because they just published a lovely story about a bear) and see if they'll take a look.

I also need to re-write the March story (as per some excellent on-line advice) and then get on with that revision. (Yes, I've been procrastinating)

The stress of nothing...

I almost started crying today over nothing...before I realized how stupid that was. By nothing, I mean precisely that. I have a story out that I really would like to hear about, and have heard...nothing.

I worry that the spamfilter has eaten my rejection. I worry that if I contact an editor, I will be purged as one of those writers who just annoys them. I worry that I've missed some vital deadline. And this is just a short story. Hmmpf! ::imagining self dissolving into a puddle of bodily fluids over a novel::

Ah well, at least days like these only come around once a month. The dogs are getting on my nerves, and I want to scream at the icy rain outside. What's up with that? It's April, and I should be out planting, darn it!