I finished the baby blanket I was working on last night. There’s an anthology I want to submit to. I need to get writing on that story. I need to do something more for Ashland. I don’t know what. I’m waiting for a couple of small presses I think it might be right for to reopen to submissions.
One needs an indomitable spirit for this kind of work. I don’t have one of those.
Floundering, always floundering. Just trying to flounder forward.