I signed up for the Clarion West Write-a-thon this year, mostly to help them reach 200 people, and also because I can’t help myself. My page is here: http://clarionwest.org/writeathon/juliemcgalliard Of course, I already changed my mind about what I want to do, but IT'S TOO LATE NOW. Oh, well. Say,
Okay, so I managed to get myself together enough to submit an existing story, not the new one I’m not happy with. Two submissions. Two stories. Two thirds victory.
What?!? Final Friday already? All right, it’s time for an update. The second short story is still in edit mode. I still feel like it’s just missing something. Okay, tomorrow I must send it somewhere even if I still think it’s not all that. Who knows, maybe I’m not the
All right. It’s Sunday and the last couple of weeks were kind of a miserable failure write-a-thon wise. Naturally, I am duty-bound to tell you the whole pathetic story. For my life is nothing if not a big weepy pile of self-caused angst. My plan for this was: 1 week