It isnâ€™t so much that I have nothing to do but that I must wait for others to begin.
This sucks, big time.
So my job plods on. Meanwhile, Iâ€™ve been teetering on the ledge of being serious about the business of writing.
And today, with short story in hand, I plunged over. I will send in my first serious submission in over 1 Â½ years tomorrow. If it gets published, then it will be my first serious publication in over three years.
So what? Well, with a novel manuscript in the works, three shorts almost complete, and two other novel concepts percolating in my brain and in my computer, I have a writing schedule.
Whatâ€™s more is that I have a submission schedule.
Holy Slush Pile, Batman! Iâ€™ve been jumping back and forth from this ledge since high school. Iâ€™ve dropped a few choice morsels over, and with the exception of one throw back, Iâ€™ve had a fairly steady stream of publications, some pay, some not and few for barter.
Most are nutty: Poetry, articles, and a stint as a fake advice columnist. Today I dropped over. Iâ€™ve been writing steadily. I have writing critics. Now I have work finishing up. I havenâ€™t been this prolific since high school, but then I had less to do otherwise.
Will I succeed? I have no idea, but I feel good about this. Getting things on track always feel good.
Now if I could just do that with the rest of my life.