I don’t know if it’s the alignment of the planets or what, but the writing is going so well lately it almost scares me.
I’ve been toying with a few queries, editing a short story I’ve had for about a month, and gathering together interviews to write an article due on Feb 5th. All nicely writing related, going at an even pace. Got an unexpected gift yesterday when school was canceled, and decided to pretend to be a writer all day.
Finished the short story, sent off a query and synopsis only to have the full requested by the afternoon. Haven’t had fiction requested in eight years (well, haven’t submitted fiction in eight years, either). Sent it in pronto.
Just waiting, now, to get the verdict. Isn’t waiting the worst part of writing? Some say it’s brainstorming, other say editing. I say waiting. I’m impatient.
Beth
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