It's been a while since I wrote about my writing life, so I thought it was I should probably offer up an update on what's new on the writing front.
There, that was easy.
That's not to say I'm not writing. It's just that what I've written isn't selling. I'm basically catching up on all those form rejections I should have gotten earlier in the year. I'm submitting more of my work, and as a result more of it is getting turned away at the door. And that's why I've held off on posting a Writing Like Crazy entry lately, because it would basically be a lamentation. Happy thoughts, Foxy, happy thoughts.
I'm looking forward and working on a couple of short stories as we near winter. Plus, I'm doing some research for a future submission to Woodland Press for a Mothman anthology. Fingers crossed.
As far as National Novel Writing Month goes, I am yet again not participating. I'm going to be pouring any energy that would have gone to that and focusing it on the projects I'm already working on. Maybe next year, but no promises. My first novel is whispering my name, after all, from its proverbial trunk, so I may have to stop ignoring it and give it some proper attention.