Dear Reader know this, the shower is a princely invention for which I think too little praise is heaped. I sit here now with you, shaven, shorn, cleaned and thoroughly scrubbed. This is a very good way to end a day spent in the pursuit of domestic dominance of ones suburban jungle. But enough of my water closet peccadilloes.
Last night I decided that I was quite sick of looking at one of my short stories and sent it off to Clarkesworld to see if they would have it. This is important to me because it marks my first submission. My submission virginity is now a tattered ruin, and none too soon. This of course also means I start the life long process of waiting on submissions and the ubiquitous REJECTION that comes with submission. Bring it on. I am going to send out my stories until, (say it with me if you know the words) HELL WON’T HAVE IT.
So there you have it, another day of domestic class war. Now I sit myself down and decide, do I edit my current manuscript, “The Gears of the Earth” or do I write a new short story. Decisions, decisions.
I will write the next installment of the year of writing on Monday.
Next week is a busy one with work and home. We have new hard wood floors being installed in half the house. Good bye dust holding allergen laden carpet.