Over the break, I received a "close, but no. Send more?" rejection which is possibly the next best thing to an acceptance. (Writers really is nuts, aren't they? I've never met another breed of people who glory more in the nuances of rejectomancy.)
So, spirits high, I booted up the computer to find what other stories I might send — at which point I discovered there are no more. Well, there is one, but it's currently out elsewhere. Probably worth mentioning at this point that I have less than a handful of submissions out in the world.
I really need to work on building up a bit more in the way of short story inventory.
One day, when I grow up, I might be one of those writers who can work on multiple projects at the one time. In the meantime… anybody know how to slow down time without the use of mind-altering drugs? I caught a snippet of movie on TV yesterday which was all about a wristwatch that froze everybody but the wearer of the watch. See, that could be useful. I could get my daily writing done, and still have time for sleep and socialising and the dayjob. I could write a novel and a short story all in the same day!