Last week, I sent off a story to another magazine. This is its eighth trip out of the nest. On one previous trip, it was a finalist in a contest (always the bridesmaid, you know), so I continue to have hope for it. Meanwhile, the long-suffering third draft (whether it’s me or the draft that is suffering is open to debate) is in need of a kick start. I began a story with the idea of finishing it before year’s end for a contest, but that’s not going to happen. I also had a brain storm (or an aneurysm–oh wait, I’m still breathing; guess it was a brain storm) that gave me the idea for the third book.
And now we’re waiting to board a flight to New York. One carry-on and a personal item? Here’s a rule I live by: the personal item is always a large coffee.