Attitude

After a weekend of licking my literary wounds, I’m going to drag myself back out into the bloody fray today.

What I will work on in this dog eat dog publishing scrum, I have no idea. I’ll trust the muse to dump me in the appropriate warring pit.

*pauses, re-reads, winces*

Perhaps a little tweak to the old attitude might be in order, too.

Until tomorrow…

Chloe

A Bitter Sting

Well, “Hoarfrost” has been rejected. At least it was quick…. Alas, no matter the swiftness of demise, the bitter sting of death remains.

Tomorrow is a travel day so no blog. Have a great Saturday, folks.

Until Monday…

Chloe

Skirmish

A two-pronged attack on the Short Story world has commenced.

From the south, I have launched a general fiction effort of 2,500 words due December 1. It is entitled “Gone Dead.”

From the north comes my premier Science Fiction endeavor, a less than 7,500 word monster with no name. It’s due date is December 31.

Now, if real life will just behave itself on the eastern and western fronts, we should have ourselves a jolly old battle.

Until tomorrow…

Chloe

A Darn, Marvelous Thing

Hope is the ant you squash a hundred times in your kitchen only to find it the next morning sitting on your toast. There’s just no getting rid of the darn, marvelous thing.

Until tomorrow…

Chloe and my World Champion Cubbies

Sweet Agony

Two items of extraordinary note for today…

1.) I will vote. After a nearly 20 year absence from the polls, I have finally uncovered enough backbone to return to the ballot box. (This year’s presidential election has given me little choice.)  Hopefully, my pockmarked spine will see me through Florida’s early voting process.

2.) The Chicago Cubs. Game 7. World Series. Enough said. (If I survive the voting, I will likely disintegrate into a Cubby-blue pluff of ecstasy before first pitch. Ah! The sweet agony of life.)

Until tomorrow…

Chloe

The Awkward Kid

A second-grader unleashed on a brand new playground… That’s how I’m trying my level best to approach my two months in Short Story Land.

Do I head to the monkey bars of Science Fiction or the swings of Mystery? Or should I just close my eyes and jump on the merry-go-round of Fantasy? I’m well acquainted with the slides of Horror, but no reason not to revisit a favorite. Of course, the sandbox of General Fiction is incredibly daunting but oh-so tempting…

See, I’m trying.

Kudos to the awkward kid trying to look cool in a new school, right?

Until tomorrow…

Chloe

A Fevered Hand

Hoarfrost has entered the literary bloodstream!

In other less flashy words, my first short story in several years has been officially submitted to an anthology. The 2 to 3 month wait begins. Fingers crossed, everyone.

I think I’ll keep up the short story shenanigans through December. See what kind of trouble I can get myself into with different genres.  You know, spread the crazy with a fevered hand.

Until tomorrow…

Chloe