To paraphrase Don McLean, February made me shiver, with every word that I delivered.
Well actually, it didn’t. The weather has been oh, so mild in these parts. In the low sixties today. But the writing scene has been sort of chilly.
The writing progresses steadily — up to almost 27,000 words now — but not a word on the pieces I have out.
I add to the pile, though. I’ve sent The Night Bus Doesn’t Stop Downtown on Mondays Anymore out into the cold to knock on doors, along with A Very Narrow Bridge, my fourth completed story for the year. It’s an alternate worlds story set in Seattle. That went to Scheherazade’s Facade, an anthology due out in October.
That’s it for now. I’m off to drive my Chevy to the levee.