Oh Words. I'm in a very withdrawn place these days. Still pulling out of an introspective place -- or trying to anyway. Reaching out is very hard, if not impossible, for me right now. I'm not sure exactly why. I was pretty worn down from dealing with Mom and her disease/situation. 3-4 yeas of care-giving (even though I'm not physically caring for her, the mental aspect of worrying and fretting and having-to-do, keeping her constantly on my mind) takes its toll eventually. I'm easily irritable and lackadaisacal to the point of struggling to get things done. My house looks fairly neat on the surface, but it's a mess once really looks. I should be cleaning the kitchen and mopping right now.
In writing news, I have submitted two stories this week. One is a story that's about ready to be trunked. I subbed it to a market last year and it came back with a very nice rejection stating that due to two coincidents with two other stories they'd already purchased, they couldn't take it, but would be interested to see it again this year when they opened again. So they opened again and since I hadn't subbed/sold it elsewhere, I'm giving them another try. The other story is on it's first-ever sub. It was born in a Liberty Hall flash some time back and I always meant to expand it, and did, but then let it slip by the wayside. So I dusted it off, did a fairly heavy revising of it, and now it stands at 3k. Which rules out flash markets, and I suspect it's going to be a hard sell anywhere. So, we'll see. Also, in writing news, I was pointed to a blog of a person's three favorite stories they'd read so far this year, and Heart of a Tree
was one of them. Super excited about that, little personal favorite reviews like that mean more to me than anything else. And the other two authors are ones I'm honored to be on a "favorite" list with.
My walking buddy is gone on a months-long trip. I'm going to have to be vigilant on keeping up with the exercise. I HAVE to drop a few pounds that have crept on. I couldn't make myself go to yoga at all last week. Boy, did it show this week. I went yesterday, and I HATED every minute of it. I'm not usually like that with yoga--even if I'm reluctant to go, by halfway through the session, I'm really happy I did. Not yesterday. I should be out walking this morning, but I'm using having the grandboy as an excuse. In fact, I have to start getting ready. Am taking him to see Disney's Monkey Kingdom at noon. And then we'll pick up the other grandboy after school, go to their house and get ready for his baseball game tonight, which means Taco Bell at 4, so he'll be fed and ready to play.