Clogged

It's raining today and I was caught outside during most of the torrential down pours this morning. The first time was when I dropped off my son at golf camp and again when I checked my daughter into softball camp. I had to go purchase an alarm clock for her. I found one for $5 and ran it back over to the dorm (in a hard rain). They had already left for swimming so I had to leave it hanging on her doorknob. I don't know if she'll be able to set it or not.

I have to leave my cell phone on just in case she needs me. I'll forget to charge it by Wednesday. I only recently memorized my number. Like an idiot, I am wearing sandals, now my shoes are soaked. I'm sitting here at work with my shoes off and hoping no one can smell the wet feet odor.

My younger daughter won her softball game last night. She plays again on Tuesday evening.

Needless to say, all creativity has been lost - washed from me as the water soaked me to the bone. Mondays are the most hectic. I tried to put some inspirational music in the CD but I turned it off without realizing it.

My goal for this week is to finish Chapter 13, draft a short story on the Droop Mountain Civil War battle, and pen a poem.

I still haven't heard back from any submissions and I submitted The Abomination to Big Ugly Review Flash Fiction. I'm pretty happy with it. Time will tell. Here is the total list of submissions:

4 poems to Bathtub Gin (Sent 6/9/04)
2 poems to Wildchild Publishing (Sent 6/8/04 and 6/2/04)
2 poems to the New Yorker (Sent 5/11/04 - I suppose a gal can dream, can't she?)
6 poems to Asheville Poetry Review (Sent 6/2/04)
1 short story to Bygone Days (Sent 6/8/04)
1 short story to The Gettysburg Review (Sent 4/28/04)
1 short story to Bellevue Literary Review (Sent 4/28/04)
Pitched to write a poetry column for Aspire2Write (Sent 6/9/04)
1 short story to Emerging Women Writers (6/15/04)
1 poem to The Big Ugly Review (6/18/04)
1 short story to The Big Ugly Review (6/21/04)

Must. . .make(gasp). . .myself. . .write (gasp). . . .