The world's full of glass-half-empty types, folks who drain the room of positivity like a vacuum sucks dust. Here's to those who persist in their vision, in refusing to let the dogs get them down, who BELIEVE in themselves and the goodness of humanity.
Got gratitude? Well there's just THREE -- count them -- THREE more days left in the 30 Days of Gratitude celebration.
Add a gratitude of your choice and up the size of the checks I write for hospice and the crisis center. And you might win a goodie basket full of wonderful readerly items, plus an interview with moi.
The Writing... it goes, it goes. Editing's so slow. Got a hundred pages of PURE to clean up, then I'll throw in a drawer until I start my next GOTHAM novel workshop in October. I'm still managing to eke out a shortie fiction piece every week for 52/250 and #fridayflash. Look for a funky collaborative story coming soon at The Bijou. A noirish piece, my friends will be so happy to see me stretching into other genre.
The Marketing... sigh. Sigh, sigh, sigh... I have sent out 17 submissions and am racking up rejections faster than a fly finds poop. Which makes me feel like poop.
The Reading... have I said how much I LOVED The Corrections? So much I've ordered Franzen's Freedom. Meanwhile, starting in on Tinkers, the thin volume which netted the big kahuna of writing prizes earlier this year, and am thick into Dave Carr's Night of the Gun, a fascinating memoir of a journalist's spiral into - and out -- of addiction, gifted to me by writing buddy and friend CHRYS (thank YOU!).