A Week Passes Like... I Dunno, a Week?
Y ou'd think I'd have a better handle on this blog thing by now. And I might, if it weren't that I have stuff to do and my computer is giving me hassles. The stuff to do includes a difficult illustration, and trying to get paid by a publisher, and dealing with heat, and the bloody cat wants to play catch. Sounds like your basic life, doesn't it? A magazine I have sold a couple of stories to seem to be folding, which is never something I like to hear. It's not as if that hasn't happened to me (or scads of other writers) before. I can count at least ten markets I've submitted/sold to over the years that have gone belly-up. Actually, the number is probably more like 20. I suppose I sound grumpy but I'm really not. It's Father's Day, and although I haven't actually seen my daughter in about 4 years, we keep in touch. She lives in Brooklyn, NY, and that's a long way from North Carolina. Plus she is busy with her career, and has just moved int