Is it smelly in here, or is it me?

First post of the year and I must say, 2011 is looking mighty pretty.

So far I've subbed four stories all to must-get-into publications that I intend to stalk until they or I die. Gosh, does that sound threatening? Well I believe I claimed 2011 would be the year I became a bad, bad girl. See, I keep my resolutions.

Three of the stories were waiting for markets to open today, and the fourth is a new story that I finished editing today... 'If Monsters Lurk; if.' Wish it luck, its path could be bumpy and long. Because, quite frankly, if it's accepted by the market I've just sent it to I'll eat your chocolate smothered hat. And that would be bad, because (whispers) we're giving up the evil bean in 2011.

In the spirit of pushing myself, I'm going to put a widget (that almost sounds naughty - just me) in my sidebar and keep a running tally of stories written, word count etc because last year I was lazy. Unless you count tweeting as productive. I don't. I did a quick tally last night and discovered I wrote and submitted about 14 new stories last year. Considering I wrote 60 stories in 2008 - which I discovered when I re-read this post - 2010 me stunk.

Or rather, 2010 tweeting me stunk.