It was nasty just to the south and west of my location last night but here it was sort of calm. Just a lot of wind and a little rain. No tornadoes in the immediate area. I love to go out storm chasing but I don't get to do it very often.
I have managed very little writing in the last two days. I got a little done on Sunday and a little less yesterday. I blame the vacuum. Mostly because the one we had been using for the last 10 years died while I was running it on Sunday. Completely dead. My wife went out on Sunday to look for a new one but came up empty handed. Her absence and my boy's short nap did allow me to get about 500 words onto paper that day. Yesterday was a bust, except for the page I wrote while he was still sleeping in the morning. In the afternoon we had to go get a new vacuum, which we did and it works great. The carpet in the bedroom hasn't looked that good in quite a while.
Yesterday, I mentioned this on a twitter feed, that I found out that Tin House had rejected a story of mine. I didn't get an e-mail about it, but instead had to look a the submission manager. I am assuming that the rejection was lost in cyberspace. If it wasn't, that was a really crappy way of finding out they didn't want a story.
I am hoping to get more done today. Lots to do and only 24 hours in a day. I have to start crawling out of bed at 1 in the morning. Think of the things I could get done in a sleep deprived stupor.
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