Yeah I've given up my wings / They were only wax and strings

Not much to report over the last couple of days. I've been home decompressing from the busy weekend, running errands and whatnot. I've also been digging through a few old projects that never went anywhere ... and deciding what to save and develop, and what should probably be jettisoned to the circular file.

I've tossed a few things and retrieved a few things, and even started something new - a short story that someone asked me for a couple of months ago (yes I'm being cryptic, such is life). I wrapped up a draft a day or two ago, and will poke it with a stick on Monday to see how I feel about it. I hope it's good on a second look. It's the first new content (unrelated to Inexplicables editorial) I've composed in months.

At the moment, I'm sort of hanging between projects - thus my sudden interest in shorter stuff and material I had to put down last year. I'm waiting for an editorial response on that second Inexplicables draft, and I promised myself I wouldn't start Fiddlehead until March - because I'm trying to buy myself some breathing time.

(Last year was hella-nuts, and this year hasn't started off with any greater sense of leisure - so I force myself to take "breaks" as a matter of sanity, whenever I can shoehorn them in. Of course, by "breaks" I mean, "Time to noodle around on things I'm not getting paid for - but things I hope to get paid for, eventually. Maybe. Or not. But it's fun work. So to speak.")

Anyway. The main focus of my temporary revision gaze is the YA project I've been sitting on for the last year. It's out making the rounds again via my agent, and I have high hopes for it. But so far it hasn't found a home.

I've been revisiting the existing content in an attempt to decide if I should just put it down and forget about it if we can't find any takers; God knows sometimes I'm not the best judge of my own output quality. But upon reflection, I still love it - and I think I'll finish it regardless of how the queries comes back. Heck, I know a great independent press or two, if none of the big guys want to take a chance on a story about a juvenile delinquent and her two best friends caught in the midst of an alien invasion, wherein nobody kisses but many asses are kicked and copious laughs are had ... and there is science!, girl power, boy power, Bruce Lee, UFOs, and Doritos. I can't help but believe it'll find some readers, one way or another.

So. Yeah.

Today I jaunted down the hill and went to the bank, swung by the post office, nabbed myself some lunch, figured I needed a bit more rum so I stopped by the liquor store (yay!), and hit up Walgreens too. I might finish the cleaning the house before the husband gets home. Or then again, I might not.

Have a good weekend, everyone. I'm going to log off and pretend to be productive.