Busy Writer is Busy

Okay, so I should probably clarify the title of this post. “Busy Writer is Busy Doing Everything Except Writing.”

Sigh. It’s true. I haven’t been too productive the past two months. But I have good reasons, I promise. Well, sort of good reasons. There’s no good reason, is there? Oh well, just lie to me and tell they’re good enough.

My husband made this. He is awesome.

Back in January, my husband and I decided to start a magazine. It’s called Goldfish Grimm’s Spicy Fiction Sushi¬†and it’s pretty awesome. However, while we were preparing to launch the submission guidelines we got some news: I’m pregnant.

We launched the magazine guidelines anyway, but ever since the middle of January, not a whole lot of creative writing has been getting done. Between doctor’s appointments, trying to figure out how in the hell we’re going to pay for all of this birthing stuff, and reading slush, there hasn’t been a lot of time to put pen to paper.

Some days I’m okay with that, other days I get mad at myself. Such is the nature of the writer’s mind. We all hate ourselves a little bit, don’t we? However, I feel like things are slowly turning around. I have a short story in progress. I need (NEED!!) to rewrite a story for a third time for the Bibliotheca Fantastica anthology. I have another short I need to edit and kick out the door. Plus, I got a rewrite request on a story the other day and I’m working on that, too. See? Progress!

And then maybe, just maybe, I can tackle edits on Dr. Fantastic. Finally. After much procrastination. I need to do it. Feel free to poke me about it, too. I need pushing sometimes.

This is my very loose plan of action, but I thought you all deserved an update. It’s been too long.