Problems with endings, always had them. Missed my five p.m. deadline, but will sell my soul to the postmaster tomorrow to push the submission through the mail.
Need to do the next worst part–the cover letter, and we all know I’m not real swift at that element either. But I ended a story that was hanging in my files for a year and a half. Not thrilled with it, but have no time to polish it much before tomorrow. At least I feel that with my writing being better than it was last year, I’m a couple edits ahead of starting from that point.
And some good news: changed the title of A Seasonal Life that I have always hated to A Seasoned Life which I like a tad better.
The Lost Children: A Charity Anthology