I think I’ve decided that December’s water is cold, and requires slow and careful familiarization.  When we pulled out the Christmas stuff, we discovered that during the move the tree had been seperated from everything else and placed in the tool shed–which has since had twenty-million items added to it.  Sooo…this year we dug our tree out.  It reminded me of the years growing up in the Utah rockies, when we’d go cut a live tree (with a license!) and drag it down a snow covered mountain to our car.  After pelting each other with snowballs for at least an hour, of course.

On the other hand, I’ve pulled out my list of to-be-sent-back-out stories, and found places to sub most of them.  With the addition of one story I wrote over Thanksgiving, and another which is going up today, this brings me up to nine stories.  I’m working on the re-writes for a wotf entry* that will go out this month, so I’ll have a total of ten out.  That number was an old goal, way back when I was good about subbing, so, hooray.

You’ll notice that I said another one ‘up’ today.  That’s because my Christmas story is going to Spec the Halls.  Not a traditional submission, but I’d actually planned to post it on my blog, anyway, so Spec the Halls’ policy for submission works just fine.  Expect to see that post later today.

Here’s hoping that all this productivity isn’t just a way of procrastinating my novel re-writes… 😉

*I know I said I wasn’t sending anymore wotf stories, but what can I do when the story landed in my lap and had a little wotf label affixed to it?  Send it out, right?