Still, I'm looking forward to session starting. There's a certain single-mindedness about it that's restful, even while the work is stressful and exhausting. I mean, while session is incredibly intense, it's also simple. The only thing I'm able to worry about during session is getting through it. I haven't the time or energy to do anything else but throw myself into the work, so I can't dwell on or fret about anything else.
Makes me realize that I always have a lot on my mind: that WiP I should be working on, the @#%$^% novel I haven't written, various deadlines, projects, professional correspondences, submissions and markets, and other hamsters I'm perpetually juggling. During session, all of that has to take a distant second place, and it's . . . liberating.
Yep, the workings of my psyche are weird and contradictory.
Writing Stuff
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From the first issue my favorite was Eugie Foster’s "Close to Death", a lighthearted piece about a literal encounter with Death on an Atlanta freeway.
Happy squeeage!
Received:
• Payment for "Beautiful Summer" in forthcoming anthology, Killers.
New Words:
• An editing pass and around 100 words on "Morozko." Going to try to finish the final scene this week and put a fork in this one.