Holy guacamole. Just finished up writing a brand-new story for an antho whose deadline is less than an hour from now. And I also sent off another story today to another anthology today, one I was actually invited to write a story for (which was a cool feeling). And I also added a new entry to the novel blog today on a break at work.

Whew.

Stories are fun when you get on a roll with them. I'm more and more convinced that stories should be written fast, in a condensed period of time, instead of letting them sit like I usually do, then coming back to them later. Jam it out in a couple sittings, tweak and revise it, and send it out.

Easier said than done, of course. The two stories I wrote today could turn out to be complete gibberish for all I know.

But that's two stories already this year. Almost as many as I wrote all of last year! And they're both quite different from anything else I've written, which I'm proud of. So proud that I keep ending sentences in prepositions, apparently.

Ah well, time for bed. Tomorrow it's back to novel-revising land. I think it'll be a nice place to stay for a while. Much less exhausting. Later!