Had a minor groan-worthy moment today when a client pushed a huge project back from this week to next. These things happen, but I’d planned to spend a lot of time working on that and didn’t make other arrangements, and we like to eat. I’ve kept him waiting before, so I can’t be too put out. And he’s such a nice guy. Minor blip.

I had another acceptance today. A flash I wrote in 2004 but never sent out was accepted at Philly Flash Inferno, an interesting and quirky 7-deadly-sins-themed ezine. My little story was rejected last month at the first place I tried, which was the only place that seemed likely to take it, and then I couldn’t figure out where else to send it. It was destined for a dark and desolate place. Now it will be inflicted on others. Yay!

I also wanted to comment on Write 1 Sub 1. I’ve always written. I still have so much old stuff I want to revise and get out there, it probaby defies belief. Submitting has been my downfall for the last few years, and W1S1 has pushed me out of that rut and back into action. Something else it’s done is forge a real sense of community. When rejections are reported, we commiserate. When questions are asked, advice flows freely. We offer each other encouragement, pats on the back and the occasional kick in the behind. And every time someone reports a success, I feel almost as excited as if it were mine. Absolute Write is a place like this, but W1S1, being a smaller group, offers that even more closer-knit “we’re in this together” vibe that I really enjoy.

Today, Suzanne, a writer’s who’s participating, reported a story sale to Asimov’s Science Fiction, and anyone around me might have sworn that it was my success, I was so pleased. And I’m no less pleased when someone places a Twitter-fic, a poem, a flash, or a story anywhere else. It’s great to share in such a group dynamic.

When you work from home as a freelancer, TGIF loses its luster a bit. I’m still glad it’s Friday, though, because I think I’m going to actually not do any work over the weekend and pick back up on Monday. Not that I worked all that hard this week. I took it pretty easy, because I think I needed to.

So yesterday was one of “those” days. I stopped thinking about knots and instead spent time making a nice dinner. Eggplant parmesan, garlic bread, salad and even peach cobbler with ice cream. Ate entirely too much while, of all things, watching TV. I don’t watch much TV. I record a few shows I like–Modern Family, Raising Hope, Ricky Gervais–and watch them when I don’t feel like doing anything else. My daughter and I shoveled food in and enjoyed a few of those last night.

That must have done the trick, because I felt more “back” today. I still didn’t unknot anything–didn’t try–but I made some notes on one of the stories I’d intended to write this week and even produced one new very short-short odd little thing.

Then I got a rejection. Yesterday, that probably would have driven me bugnuts. But today, I could handle it. I immediately resubmitted it somewhere else, and then submitted 4 more pieces to 3 different markets right afterward, in determined and heated revolt. This is Sparta!

March Madness: I haven’t finished submitting this week (I don’t think) but so far I’m at 15 submissions for March to 7 different markets. That puts me at 17 pieces out there, but also means I’m waiting to hear back from only 9 places. I can’t seem to nudge that up, as every time I’m ready to I hear back from one or five in a single week. The rejection today was the only one this week.

I sent one new short-thing today, but the rest were resubs except one poem that had never been submitted before. All my subs this week went to markets I’d never tried before, which is a bit exciting in itself. I’m off to get some writing done right now, and I think tomorrow might just be a knot-untying day.