I really had good intentions when I started on this creative re-entry. I really did.

Writing is coming back, not as fast or as prolifically as I thought, but it’s coming back. But, oof, it’s part of that Brave New World.

I badly quote an previous Poli-Sci professor my mom worked for and I took a couple of classes with. He said (ish), to be a “professional” writer you had to either 1. be paid or 2. get 200 rejections, whichever comes first.

Pretty sure I’ve gotten both of those things. And yet, with my publishing gap (much like employment gaps), it feels like I’ve been reset to zero. I have stories out. Got 3 rejections last week alone – maybe four? There’s a rejection that’s unclear because I realized I had 2 stories with the same market (oops – still getting back on that bicycle) and the rejection didn’t specify WHICH (or BOTH) were rejected. I’m erring on the side of…both.

I’ve made progress on several projects, but not completed a whole lot, and that doesn’t feel productive even though it’s a good word count. I DID enter a flash fiction contest based on art last week.

I’ve may have made some progress on the Day Job front, too.

It sounds an awful lot a “partly cloudy” day, where you see more clouds than sun, but the sun is still dominant. I just need to see more sun than clouds, which would make Sunny (the dog) happy. She’s been extra clingy lately because she’s feeling some of the clouds from me.