Brain Dead

Ugh.

I put that weed story aside for a day or two in hopes of brainstorming an idea for the Hideous Evermore anthology (with a deadline in one week's time). I've sat here at this blasted keyboard, staring at this blank screen for the last fours and my grand total written tonight? ZERO. This must be the cosmos balancing itself after my 4k binge yesterday. An idea is slowly forming in my head for a story, but it appears that it needs time to bake some more, so I am off to bed.

Maybe it was a lack of cheese puffs today that did in my muse.

Plus, work has been a nightmare. My aches and pains now have aches and pains. I can't seem to do very much of anything without incurring sore muscles or some other sort of lingering discomfort. Getting older SUCKS.

Did I say UGH?

Still nothing from Devil's Food.

The Month of Sorrows

So January is over. I now have two reasons to hate the month. First, it was in January that my dog Dusty unexpectedly fell ill and died two years ago. He was only five. Of course the second reason is my recent computer crash. So bring on February, even if it is the month in which I will turn forty. January's stats are a follows: six rejections and two acceptances. My micro piece Order Up is now online at Micro 100.

I worked on Deadliest Cachalot more last night and today. Again, I have kept to a rather languid pace. Still, this rewrite should be complete by tomorrow or Monday night. Then I'll let it sit a day or two before revising. Of course, I did the same thing last time and never got the chance to revise. This time I am prepared: all my important files are now on a flash drive.

Perusing Duotrope earlier today, I saw a new listing for the Hideous Evermore Anthology. Creature themed horror? Now this sounds like something I can really get into. I've already got numerous ideas bouncing around. As for existing stories, A Cause For Celebration, my twice rejected zombieless zombie story, got sent off again today. Here's hoping that the third time is the charm.