December is here. And, despite my dislike of anything cold and shivery, it's my favorite month of the year. It's got Christmas/Winter Solstice with Santa Claus and stockings-hung-by-the-fireplace and sugar cookies and presents and festive cards, and my birthday and New Year's Eve all in the span of thirty-one little days.
Pfft. No words. No writing. Not even any rewriting. Dammit.
Got a rejection from Crimewave. The editor said "We'd definitely like to see more of your stories though, so please keep trying" which takes some of the sting out. But a "no" is still a "no."