Busy month is still being busy, but some headway has been made.
My short stories have reached the vaunted stage of good enough, mostly. I’ll swing them past the long-suffering wife for one last look over and then send them out.
This will mean that I’ll have sixteen stories out and about, a high water mark for me. Which is good, I suppose, but it means I’m going to be spending a lot of time over the next few weeks sending things around, checking markets, and obsessing over what’s been where for how long and what does that mean.
Ah, submissions. Each one’s a little piece of hope, duct-taped to a cinderblock of neurosis.