WRITING: Writing.

One of the neatest things about weblogging is that you can piss and moan, whine and decry your fate as an artist, and you’ll get the kick in the ass you may need to get back on track.  (Thanks Josh, Barbara, Loretta, Mark, Anne, Roberta, and all those of you who’ve provided it in the past.) If folks are tired of hearing it, they can easily pretend they haven’t checked your blog in a few days or however long it takes you to get over yourself.  If they’ve "been there" themselves or gone through your own valley-trek with you, they’re quick to respond. 

Anyway, it worked.

I’ve sent out a few more submissions on one story, and came across another one in my files that re-invited some editing.  It’s got a good premise to it, and I see–in reading it now–how I can add some layers within it that would definitely make it more interesting and vibrant.

I also went to re-record the audio in Recycling because I do have faith in the latest version.  After several attempts, I got a good one going without any cars going by to wreck it and was on the last frame when I heard the shop phone ring in the other room.  I finished it as fast as possible, ran to get the phone to hear the "click" of the disconnection.  Sat down again and the home phone rang.  Both calls were from my neighbor asking if I’d seen the mailman.  Needless to say, the recording was a bust.  But I will try it again, likely at some ridiculously quiet hour of night, and with the phones off the hook.