The Shape of Today

Morning chills and chores

Thursdays are a bit of a catch-22 for me. I go into work after noon, so there's plenty of time in the morning to catch up on household chores (and writing!). But then I work until 7, and that means leaving the library well after dark. I detest that drive home, I always have some impatient soul with those blinding bluish lights on my tail. But it is what it is.

Speaking of writing, I finally managed to finish my submission for the "Weird Tales" contest yesterday morning. It looks like four of us have entered, and I made a point of reading and rating everyone else's stories. We all had unique takes on this month's WT cover, which was based off a Clark Ashton Smith story. I felt bad for the poor guy who runs the contest because he had no submissions at all for October, so I wanted to be sure to write something for this month. I need the practice.

I also have a guild announcement to put together before heading off to work, so I'd better go putter around the kitchen some more and see if my mind can toss me some ideas. That always works for me; sitting here staring at a screen is utterly un-productive, but tasks as simple as laundry or washing dishes can kick the creative machinery into gear every time. Odd. But effective.

In any event, I'll do some moving around to warm myself up on this chilly morning.