Ideally my desk could travel the world and send snaps of itself with beautiful views. Say, where is the writer action figure with desk accessory anyway?
In the meantime, in the real world–if that’s where I am–I’ve got a stack of stories and novels with nothing to do but be eviscerated. This month of May, I’m still writing a story a day. And then what happens?
Well, I’m going to sit here at my desk and write query letters and send out submissions. What is a good challenge? I can’t seem to do anything without someone labeling a month to do it in. 30 queries in 30 days?
Do you have a goal for submissions? And if you send things out, do you have a system for keeping track of everything? What works, because throwing myself at fate’s mercy doesn’t seem to be panning out.
Oh. And the unpleasant realization that nothing is ready to be sent out. So. Instead of queries perhaps an editing marathon. Not, as some suggested, Write Your A** Off Day, but Edit Your Fingers Down to Nubs Day. Hmmm. Edit Until You Go Blind Day! No? Edit to the Bone Night? Oh, I see what is wrong. Day! What was I thinking? 24 mere hours to edit. Jeez. How about–Editing Is a Lifetime Commitment. And no, I don’t have an icon for that.