Okay, so I thought I'd let you know how I'm doing, Bertha. I'm not yet important or interesting enough for it to matter to anyone how I'm doing, but it's like purging all the goo from inside me and besides I think I'm supposed to do this, okay?
So sent off Sexy Little Numbers submission to BL. Semi-happy about it. Very gender switch, though, and still can't seem to get it as dirty as I think might be wanted. I just think I find it hard to get it really dirty in such a short amount of time. It's like cramming a million cocks into a lunchbox. I like build-up too much, so that the million cocks have time to breathe and frolic and get themselves into a right old state.
Anyhoo, also sent off a submission to Xcite books. Everything fine. Send the email to hubby to check it looks okay. Everything good. Sorted. Send it to them and it still comes out wrong! Big giant spaces between each paragraph! Am internet div, will be blacklisted from publishing industry for huge spaces. V. bad. Black mood. Etc.
Also massive panic has descended about Misbehaviour submission, as per usual. I always like it when I send it off, and then as it gets closer and closer to the time when I might hear about it, panic stings me like a thousand tiny bees, inside my clothes. Am rubbish. Am buffoon. I know it wasn't good enough. I should be buffeted by four (FOUR!) acceptances, but am not.
Bees, bees, bees.
In further news, have now completed four stories for my own anthology, and almost completed a further three. Another two are half done in long hand. I am reasonably happy about this progress, but since I want to submit for The Affair (half done) and possibly to Scarlet magazine by Feb. 11th, have got to get my finger out. Am aiming for 4000-6000 words a day on the days when I'm not full-time working, and sometimes meet it. Mostly it's more like 3000, though.
Does this all sound like a complaint? It isn't. Oh mah gaw I'm loving it. Even the massive spaces in emails. THIS is LIVING!
Even if it's kind of...not. I'm living in a dream world, yeah!