I’m all caught up on submissions through October 4th. If you sent me a story or poem prior to this date, please query as it may not have ever made it to my inbox.
In terms of my own writing productivity, there has not been much progress. The day job has been hectic, and home even more so.
I wrote a short story that was begging to come out, but other than a couple hundred words the WIP has been sitting idle. I’m hoping to get it moving along today and make a good dent in what I have left. I really want to have this thing done by the end of the month, but with the craziness coming up that surrounds Thanksgiving, it’s looking unlikely.
*UPDATED 12:20* — got in around 1,700 words today.
THE JOY OF FATHERHOOD:
Last weekend, we went to The Riverchase Galleria to see the Christmas lights after the lighting ceremony. The mall was packed: humanity encapsulated like sardines in a tin. Why do they have to turn the heat up so high on a cold day? Sure it’s cold outside, but everyone is bundled up…
Anyway, the baby was not feeling well. He cried the whole time we walked around. Inside the Build-A-Bear shop, I lifted him up on my shoulders so he could get a better view of the stuffing machine which fills the bears. He stopped crying, and even laughed — It was a miracle!
…but then he threw up.
I thought it was a burp at first, but then it felt warm on the crown of my head. My wife looked at me, covered her mouth, and laughed. I touched my hand to my head and knew.
It looked like the world’s largest eagle had flown overhead and dropped a poop bomb on my head.