So I broke out the yoga mat last night. Began some easy asanas, a couple sun salutations, then segued that into some ridiculously low-key ballet exercises. After getting my heart rate up, and feeling my muscles freak out on some grand plies (sheesh), I switched back to yoga to cool down. I'm totally disgusted at how badly out of shape I am. But I feel good that I actually moved. I think being at home so much has degraded an already sedentary life style. It's pathetic, not to mention unhealthy.
So I'm going to, once again, try to stick some exercise into my daily schedule. I can't complain that I don't have the time for it anymore, that's for sure. I'm really bad at sustaining work out resolutions, but I'm thinking that if I log the days that I work out in my LJ, sort of like my club 100 efforts with my writing, I might be able to keep a better handle on my goals. Thus, I'm going to try to work out for a measly ten minutes a day, every day (except weekends, because I believe in weekends), for one hundred days straight:
Got an email from the editor of Here & Now asking for my PayPal information so she'll know where to send my payment. Double issue #5/6 with my short story "When the Lights Go Out" is due back from the printers any day now. Finally and woohoo!
Also, anaisdotmfk.com launched early. It's up, it's up! Stories in there by me, cmpriest, naamah_darling, the editrix herself, jinzi, and more. Go read. Juicy erotica. You know you want it!
I decided not to tear open my submission packet on the folktale. If I start second guessing myself now, it won't be long before they come to put me in a nice, padded room. Down that path lies madness. Madness! So it's winging it's way to my Cricket editor's desk now. Fly little story!
Back to work on A Harmony of Foxes. Although now that I've once again emptied my waiting queue to the Cricket folks, I'm wondering if I should crank out another to put in reserve as I could hear back from them on a submission as soon as the next couple weeks. Ponder ponder.
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