Whoops

I haven't posted in a while, and last I checked, the last post was an apology for the post before that. Not the way to be, really, but I don't mean to. Life has been a whirlwind lately, and I simply have not had much time to stop and reflect; and what time I have had, I've been writing.

I received another rejection letter in the mail yesterday, and honestly, it's amazing how galvanizing that is; I get depressed for a little while and then insistently clamber right back up on the horse and keep working. I thought back, and in the past three or so months I've finished three short stories, none of them, well...exactly short. The middle of the two needs extensive editing (not that the other two don't), but that's still a big accomplishment. And I've already got an anthology invite lined up, and another agent to talk to...so in a certain, broad-stroke sense, the blog-relevant part of my life is going well. At least I'm working, I tell myself; and at least I'm getting work done. Everything after that is just a matter of real work and patience.

Unfortunately, that's all the news that's fit to print. Next time: a meditation on the noble and gentlemanly sport of hockey.