no news is no news
Well, I didn’t receive any acceptances in the last week, which is okay. But I didn’t receive any rejections, either, which is even better. I have a half dozen stories out and about, and I even sent “The Death of Superman” to another magazine for consideration. This is the rewritten “Superman” correcting some of the time references I’ve babbled about here in recent posts.
I just keep at it, which is a pretty decent thing for a writer to claim, I think.
In other non-news . . .
Of the eight Fathers and Sons stories I have “finished” (by which I mean completed a first draft), I’ve managed to put down more than 25,000 words. This ranges from the 1500-word “How is my beloved this morning?” to the 4800 words of “The Death of Superman.”
I was talking about them with a friend last night, and he asked if I was writing a novel. I said that I didn’t think of it that way but that it sure was feeling like that. Rather than analyze myself, though, I just keep working away, which I think I already said.