Hope your first day of Spring was at the very least was sunny? It reached 58 here though it was very windy and it 35 degrees today. Le sigh.
Did a little running around. Actually, just a run to the thrift store for a little stress-relief. I refer to my thrifting trips as my yoga when talking to my family. I go in and set the timer for at least 22 minutes, at the most, 30. When I am with my youngest, we tend to let loose and could easily spend hours there though now it has become SUPER popular amongst a lot of resellers who come in even from other towns to thrift, It is no longer my secret place.
I am looking up calls on Instagram. I’ve realized there are A LOT of literary magazines that I’ve missed. And whose published works I like, so have started following. I will post a link below for Rewrite the Stars Review that also shares other calls for submissions.
On my way home from the thrift store. I passed a woman driving a sedan who looked like the very definition of haunted. She may have been ill. She was looking straight ahead of course, but further than that it seemed. It struck me. Struck me enough to record something in the Notes app of my phone. My husband does say that it is a curse— that we are always looking. That we see so much. The ones who can read a room from 50 feet away. Who listen, listen. When someone speaks, etc. I am always reading. Even the landscape. Sometimes he says he wishes that he could be empty. Uncaring, unseeing. But we are who we are.
Okay, back to editing. Take care, everyone. Rewrite the Stars Review