I nearly went to the Brainwash tonight to watch the finals of their Comedy Competition, but I didn't. I couldn't face watching comedy without getting on stage myself. Time to iron out those new bits I've been writing.
I've put the Ghost story aside for now. I am just not up to facing what that story is showing me right now. I've started a new one which is also shooting off in unexpected directions, but nothing yet harmful to the soul.
At work I've transitioned to a new team. I'm doing basically the same job. More of some things, less of others. I was aprehensive about this change but it goes smoothly so far. My favorite symptom of the change is that I've left work every day this week at 5PM.
Finally got the RV back from the shop and we all climbed in and took off for the weekend. Didn't go very far but had a great weekend of doing almost nothing. I'll add details to the RV section soon. The only disappointing thing was that I didn't write any. I need to create a writing in the RV ritual.
The new story doubled in size tonight. It's been a while since the ideas flowed so easily and so well. I'm very happy with the progress, but more importantly I may be on to something. Before I started writing I changed out of the shoes I'd worn all day and that felt good, so I changed my shirt as well. When I sat down at the desk I felt very comfortable. It was good.
I AM GOING TO BE IN PRINT! YeeHa! Hazaah! I got email this morning from a recent submission. I opened it expecting the usual rejection letter, but as I started reading the first sentence nothing fit. The word "pleased" was in there. It jarred my mind so that none of the other words made any sense. I caught my breath and started again, this time not anticpating. It took me three tries to get through the whole email. I just wanted to read "We are pleased" over and over again.
So the details. The journal is called GRAPHITE. It comes out of the Califonia College of the Arts. It's funny, I used to walk by there every day when I worked at Sega. I'm going to be in the Fall 05 edition. The story is called THE SAX HEALER. It is, I believe, one of my best. What makes this all the sweeter is that this story was rejected by 4 other journals. I KNEW it was a good story. (The ego shows itself.)