Writing and (not) Submitting

I'd thought that, last month, I'd been writing more in UT and less here. But looking at the total number of entries in both, nope, mostly been posting here. Of course, my UT entries tend to be longer. Maybe by word count, I've done more there. Not terribly important, really.

I wanted to do another Silver Scales piece today, but I'm feeling tired. Pieces of what comes next have been bouncing around in my head, but nothing that cries out for me to write it down now. Sunday night was like that -- I posted one segment, then started writing the next almost immediately. It was hard to stay focused on my job at work, and not to open up the entry and finish it. Today, I'm not feeling that inspired.

Saturday was a good day for writing, too, actually. I finally worked out how to end a particular chapter, and became so determined to finish it off that I went over my required writing time, which I almost never do with Prophecy. Got some work done on Prophecy last night, too, after skipping Sunday. So I'm caught up for the month, though not ahead yet. Perhaps tonight. Or maybe I'll work on Scales tonight.

Though there's one thing that I ought to do and haven't: submit stories to publishers. Just before we turned in our keys to our old apartment, back at the end of November, we checked the mail and I got back both the stories I'd sent out -- good timing, really. But they've been sitting in a cabinet ever since. I even bought a new printer, so I could to do cover letters and mailing labels at home. But I haven't even hooked the printer up yet. And I got a copy of "Writer's Market" to help me find possible markets, too. But I've been slacking on this end. Not that motivated, I guess. Apparently, I should've put "send out some stories" on my list of New Year's resolutions. I haven't even tried to shop "A Doll Story" anywhere yet.

Hmp.

A Nice Day for a Walk

The temperature hovered in the single-digits (Fahrenheit) for most of last week, accompanied by a bit of snow and all-around unpleasantness, as far as the weather went. I only walked home from work once the whole week; every other day I hitched a ride with one of my coworkers.

This week, the ice storm and snow on Sunday and Monday notwithstanding, the weather's been nicer. This afternoon, it was very nearly above freezing, and I looked forward to my walk home.

It was a pleasant walk, in fact. Most of the ice and slush had melted off the roads. While 33 degrees isn't warm enough that I'd want to lounge on my porch, it was comfortable enough while walking. Once I got home, I checked my mail, then walked to my front door, unslinging my backpack to get out my purse and my keys.

Which weren't there.

I pack my lunch and my purse into my backpack every morning, and take my purse out at work to put it in my desk. (I keep my soda in an insulated bag at the bottom of my backpack, so taking the purse out makes it easier to get to.

Lut and I have been planning to get a combination lock for the side door on the garage, and keep a spare key in the garage, but we haven't yet. I checked to see if the basement door was open (sometimes I forget and leave it unlocked). No joy.

So I walked back to work to get my keys.

I got a ride home after that. It wasn't that nice a day.