Oh how I long for days without priorities that rise above writing!
No work done on my project for several days or more. No new submissions sent although I think the first batch has come back completely and rejected. Undaunted (I’m trying, anyway) I had the best intentions to keep ten going in the pipeline, but I sent out the paid bills instead.
A friend was good enough to read one of my last stories. I trust her judgement, though she’s not a writer. She pointed out an overdose of imagery–still! And a couple that seemed to ruin the mood of that which came to follow. A story to its author never seems finished, polished, and yet at several points along the way we claim it is. But what we’ve closed our mind to often comes back as an embarrassment. We should have known.
The Lost Children: A Charity Anthology
It is incredibly difficult to keep up with the submissions, esp while tending to all the rest in life. I am impressed that you got the ten out. That means you are ten closer to the big acceptance!