Half an hour later, Hobkin decided it was time for breakfast and scampered off to see if the breakfast fairy had made an appearance, which woke me up. I looked at the clock and realized it was much later than I had expected. Matthew blearily asked: "You didn't want me to turn it off?" Chaotic rushing ensued.
Not a good way to start the day.
Finished proofing the galleys of "Of Two Minds in Lanais" for Leading Edge and emailed my corrections to the editor. I think that's the longest I've ever kept something that needed to be done from an editor in my life--rewrite request, contract, synopsis request, or proof. I guess I shouldn't beat myself up over a week, but it still makes me feel like I dropped the ball in there.
I heard my muse cackling maniacally, alternating with hysterical giggles. I thought it best to leave her be for a while longer, but she seems to be displaying a surprising amount of resilience.
Discovered a cute folkish tale I'd set aside. I re-read what I'd written, and liked what I had too much to leave it unfinished. So I rattled off 2000 new words and just like that, it's done. Hunh. But I'm not sure what I'm going to do with it now. When I started it, I had intended it for Cricket. But it clocks in at nearly 3.4K, far too long for them. Hmm. Perhaps that's why I set it aside in the first place.
Ah well. I'll see if I can cut it down or, more realistically, hunt down other markets for it. I wonder if it would be suitable for Cicada?
But I finished another story. Yay!