I've been fairly quiet the last few days, not that I've been that busy. It's just that I usually post in this blog right before bed and several times I was so wiped out after long days at work that I was barely able to get showered before passing out. Maybe this week won't be as tiring.
I did manage to get some writing done this weekend. I finished a flash piece I had originally called Chimes, but changed to Racing Midnight. After about six or seven editorial passes, I got it within the word limit and sent it off. Then I worked on The Thing in the Bathroom. That one will definitely keep its name. I finished it and went over it a time or two, but I still need to chop it down by a hundred words or so. I'll let that task wait until tomorrow. While writing that one, an idea for a follow-up story came to me, so I might begin that when the first one is fine tuned.
It's funny, because until this weekend I had no idea how either story was going to end, despite giving them considerable thought at work last week. Then I sat down, started typing and poof, the ends came to me. Now I just need poof, acceptances and poof, money.