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Rough timeline of stuff, ish.
Sunday: Get rejection, bringing my total out subs to 17.
Monday: 17 is still good, let's see if I can get it up to 20, though CW is due to reject me real soon now.
Tuesday: Two more rejections. (15.) Neither is CW.
Wednesday: Submitted a thing! (16.)
Today: Place that previously gave me a lovely personal saying that I had sent them exactly what they wanted in theory but in practice they weren't going to buy it, to which I sent another thing in the same 'verse (half the length), closed forever and returned all subs. (... 15. Tear-face emoji.)
According to my stats on the Grinder I have made 51 submissions this year, which, since my goal was 52 submissions by the end of the year, seems pretty solid. (I am upgrading my goal to 105 submissions on the year.) One acceptance, five personals, lotta form.
I have been utterly unable to do substantial writing for about a week, it's like my brain hit some point of peak exhaustion and crashed out. I am, however, revising a story for a call and plotting a poem; I think I am not even trying to hit any of the other things with 31 May due dates because I don't have any plotbunnies to chase for them. That's fine, I put them in my to-do list mostly in case something happens and because CFSes work well as writing prompts for me.
Sunday: Get rejection, bringing my total out subs to 17.
Monday: 17 is still good, let's see if I can get it up to 20, though CW is due to reject me real soon now.
Tuesday: Two more rejections. (15.) Neither is CW.
Wednesday: Submitted a thing! (16.)
Today: Place that previously gave me a lovely personal saying that I had sent them exactly what they wanted in theory but in practice they weren't going to buy it, to which I sent another thing in the same 'verse (half the length), closed forever and returned all subs. (... 15. Tear-face emoji.)
According to my stats on the Grinder I have made 51 submissions this year, which, since my goal was 52 submissions by the end of the year, seems pretty solid. (I am upgrading my goal to 105 submissions on the year.) One acceptance, five personals, lotta form.
I have been utterly unable to do substantial writing for about a week, it's like my brain hit some point of peak exhaustion and crashed out. I am, however, revising a story for a call and plotting a poem; I think I am not even trying to hit any of the other things with 31 May due dates because I don't have any plotbunnies to chase for them. That's fine, I put them in my to-do list mostly in case something happens and because CFSes work well as writing prompts for me.
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While these things have many causes, I am moved to ask after your vitamin beef situation?
That's an impressive writing year, and it's not June. Well done! I say.
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(Local State of Crisis is "housemate's parents have gone from being a second full-time job to distance manage to CANNOT BE MANAGED AT A DISTANCE". There are many cascading effects from this.)
* Okay looking at that phrasing that way I am struck by how it matches my ritual calendar rather precisely.
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Fallow time is essential!
I don't know if fallow dirt grumbles to itself, that it could be growing something more or else, but still essential.
Pandemic crash seems entirely plausible. And that LSofC sounds absolutely dire and I hope it becomes so well-resolved as might be.
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It is indeed absolutely dire and... we will see what happens.
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I had 8 out at one point this month, after a flurry of submitting. That's a high for me. I've been managing to keep it at 7 since, though now that I've said that there's almost certainly a form winging my way....
Sometimes the writing brain just needs some down-time. (Says the person who took most of May off.)