What I did with my day:
Wrote a 3,800-word short story called “Chance Decker, Werewolf P.I.”
It’s pretty damn good, IMHO. I’ll shop it around a bit and see if I can get any bites. If I don’t have it sold in a reasonable amount of time, I’ll post it here. Either way, you’ll get to read it, if paranormal mystery is your bag, baby.
3,800 words comes out to 11 pages of single-spaced print. Started the thing this morning, and finished it around 3pm. I’ve rarely had a story jump into my head so fully realized, and so much fun to write.
With all the writing, I totally forgot to make the pizza dough. It’s rising now, but it will be 8pm before there will be consumable pizza in the house. Guess the kids are getting leftover lasagna for dinner. But! Sacrifices must be made for art, nicht wahr?