Now if that doesn't make Monday feel better, I don't know what will.
I know, I know, I haven't been blogging much about writing stuff lately. Personal stuff has been far more interesting. But I am writing. The current project is a short story for an anthology about sirens. I don't think there will be anything quite like it in the slush pool. Let me put it this way, how many sirens do you know sing about strudel to the strains of Wagner's Siegfried?
It's all my husband's fault. Really...
The outline for the Persephone story is close enough to complete to begin work. But I don't want to get too far ahead of the submission process. The first editor to request a look at Highway from Hell has had the partial for three months. I plan to ping the editor--gently--this week. Not screwing up someone's consideration process while not screwing yourself over requires a very delicate touch. I am so screwed!
Hugs and cheers,