I'm Still Trudging Along

It's sunny today and the temperature is in the mid-nineties. There is still no word on my submissions. I don't have access to my email at work - which is where most of the e-submissions should reply. The mail hasn't come yet - waiting for Gettysburg Review and Asheville Poetry Review. I won't get much writing done today, but I'll "stew" some scenes around in my head.

I submitted What We've Become to the Big Ugly Review. I also wrote a Flash Fiction piece to submit to them. I have it posted on my favorite forum for feedback.

I've been looking at the Big Ugly Review's submission guidelines for awhile before I decided to submit. They are accepting submissions for their second issue so I assume they are a new e-zine. I believe they are out of San Francisco.

The Poetry theme was Broken Things. I wrote What We've Become a few weeks ago but didn't have a title for it until yesterday. It fit the theme so I thought what the heck.

Their flash fiction had to begin with a certain phrase. I typed the phrase on the screen and then The Abomination was born. I'm pretty pleased with it and I wrote it in ten minutes at work.

I am hosting a parents meeting today for my daughter's Softball team. I won't go into details, but there will be a lot of emotion today. I dread this and hate that it's come to this point. I'd love to bring a pad and pencil just to jot down the reactions - facial reactions, tone of voice, body language, etc. It will be fascinating but in the end, some great people are going to get their feelings hurt. Some say writers sit back and observe life. Any other time I'd disagree with them, but not today.

Today, I shall be a spectator.