Yesterday I took the day off from being at home. It was a pleasant vacation from the surrounding that I seem to have fused with since being a stay-at-home father. I used to get out more. Of course I used to write less. I felt yesterday was a good opportunity to get out. I had a friend who wanted me to look at a plumbing issue he has in a house he rents (I keep trying to get him to involve his landlord but he refuses to do that for some reason) . I thought 'what the hell. He just wants to tear a wall apart. I can do that.' So I did. I managed to have the offending piece of wall out of there in in under ten minutes and the rest of the time we talked guns and went out for pizza with my boy. It was a welcome break.
Today that means I need to double down and get at least chap 7 down and possibly get a start on 8 as well. A wet edge as the term has been floated around this week. While I needed the break I look just as forward to getting back to routine. (Aren't we all creatures of habit?)
I have now heard back from 3 of 4 editors that I was looking for this week. Just one to go and I have until Sunday to hear from him. (If I do not it will not be the end of the world but it sure will screw up my record for the week.) I still stand with 1 acceptance and 3 rejections, 1 being from Clarkesworld which wasn't on my original list, for the week.
Time to get going. Kid to wash, story to write, house to vacuum, and dishes to do.
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