Thought I was going to write a Hump Day post, then realized it was Thursday! I guess that is a hump day in another form? Slept hard enough. Needed it. Counting sheep was a trick that never helped me but in the past couple of weeks, counting down to fall back asleep, has. Go figure.
My mind is clear. I almost regret submitting four pieces back on the 31st because I was in a fog but wanted to make the deadline though I could have sat on them for one more day (the deadline)
I submitted to Banshee Press and Autofocus. Even if they are rejected I will submit again and continue to read them because I really enjoyed what I’ve read.
In the meantime, I’m editing another piece, The Red Rooster. It is a labor of love for sure because it came to me in a feverwrite, based a bit on a cold case I’d read about and a bit on my experiences. Sometimes, it is hard to re-tap a sweet spot. I feel the distance that I’ve had from it is helping with perspective more. Helping me carve off the rotten bits. Clichés, wordiness, treacle. My heart does tend to go sweet first, always. It is only 243 words but again, because it is so short, I feel like it has to be tight. Near, perfect like a bud.