Dog tired

I am beat. Last night, for reasons unknown, the boy decided to go down at 11 and then get me up again about 12:45. I've pretty much been up ever since. I don't know how well this writing this is going to go today. Something tells me that I might have a lot of errors and plot gaps in my current story. Oh well. I'll still give it a try.

My vermin story is turning out much longer than I had anticipated. I still like the characters, but the natural progression of the story is taking much more paper than I had imagined. Such is life. Still I think I can save both of my characters and get by with only maiming them- Severely.

In other news. I have not heard back from an editor, good or bad in fifteen days now. That is a record this year. I take that back. I heard back from Doorways magazine yesterday, but they must be having a heck of a time keeping track of submissions because Brian and I corresponded on that story last year and I really enjoyed the analysis that Mort Castle gave of my story as he rejected it, in July. That story has since found a home. Oh, well.

I will go over more of this in my end of month segment in two days time. Until then have a happy humpday.

It is turning green around here

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.