Accomplished so far this weekend:

I did not stare fruitlessly at my submissions table; I went through my calls
for subs, analyzed which was worth it ($100 vs. $500) of the two contests,
both of which are due next Sunday, and decided to focus on the bigger prize.
Yeah, I’m a mercenary whore. Plus, this story has a more fun voice to work
with. Sometimes, ya just gotta go with fun.

Its chance in the contest is probably quite limited but it’s a twist on the theme that I doubt anyone else will come up with.

1- I resubbed a piece that’s been at a print market since October with no response to follow-up emails regarding its status. Phuck ‘em. It went to an online market that usually responds pretty quickly. If the print market ends up wanting it, they can have reprint rights.

2- Made good progress on the book doctor project yesterday. I’ll do more today and
tomorrow. Right now, it’s just slash and hack with the occasional foray into hacked off material for further scene building and additional dialogue, with notes like “add new scene here” and “insert character hypnosis scene here” smooshed in. It’s challenging but fun. I’ll be doing lots more of this type of work for this client.

3- Did an initial ‘contracts are coming’ email to my AA authors. Made mental note to post the stories list here.

4- Took on a proofing gig for Torquere that was a little last minute but I can fit it in. Keeping Torquere happy with me is one of my goals in life.

5- Reset my office so that I have horizontal workspace to my left. The cats approve.

6- Packed away my “winter” (ha! this is phucking Phlorida!) clothes, got out
the summer duds.

7- Watched Smallville in the hopes that Tom Welling removed
his shirt. My hopes were dashed.

8- Stopped at the barn to see the babies. Two foals are less than 2 weeks old; the 4 week old is now allowed out in the paddock with Mom. He was tear assing around the grass, as fast as his skinny little legs could take him, only to buck, change direction and tear ass around in the other direction. It’s a scream. I luff him. When he’s in the stall he lets me rub his little horsey head and smooch him on the face. Did I mention that I luff him?