What A Week!

The sun’s warm rays are brilliant stream of translucent yellow as they find escape through voids in the thick blue clouds. Ok, how is that for a refreshing phrase and a new image? I’m over this, I really am. I also emailed the editor at Bygone Days who said she’d be happy to consider Winter of 1917 if I want to submit it again with revisions. Isn’t it funny how these things work out.

My daughter came home from softball camp. She earned a spot on the All Camp Team. I’m very happy for her. My son’s last day of golf camp is today. My younger daughter has a double-header tonight and both girls have a tournament this weekend. Where will I find the time to write? Well, next week it is business as usual, so I’ll at least get my hour back at lunch.

I got an excellent critique and revision from a cyber friend.

I have not reached my goal of finishing Chapter 13 and I didn’t even think about the Civil War short story.

I only received one rejection this week and now have the option to rewrite it and resubmit. Perhaps I’ll get to input the revisions and the handwritten pages in the computer sometimes this weekend.

I suppose the week was not a total loss. . .