It’s been a rocky week and I felt that I couldn’t afford the time to write this blog and felt bad about writing anything when the world is so visible in its brokenness. But the world was broken long before I started writing and will be broken long after I’m gone. All I can do is pick up the pieces near me, start mending, and hope others do the same.

The story I sent into the Superstars anthology made the first cut, but was rejected in the second sweep. I got amazing feedback from the editor. I will use this as the beginning of my novel. I will also send it out to other markets as a short story. The anthology sounds like it will be an amazing product. I look forward to reading it.

One of the hardest things I do is sending stories out and then resubmitting them when they are rejected. This shouldn’t be this hard, but it is. It brings out my critical voice like nothing else. But just as finishing 52 stories helped me learn how to finish stories, I am confident that re-submitting rejected stories will teach me how to do this. There is a heroic nature to being a writer, rising like a phoenix from rejection to resubmit. I need to channel that.

Intermittent fasting continues to go well. It does feel like a refresh and a way to reconnect with my body.

I still don’t have much time. June is beating my tush in so many ways. My list of projects that have a June deadline is scary high. So expect to find me unusually brief throughout the rest of the month.

I hope things are going well for you and that you are also picking up the broken pieces around you and mending what you can. Be well, friends!

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  1. Sandra says:

    Be kind to yourself my daughter And just know that your mommy loves you

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