The yips

For 18 months I submitted at least one short story to at least one publication. And then, in July, something broke.

Don’t know what, but it broke good. Short stories weren’t working. I was sick of all my work, especially the short cutesy work. I plowed back into my novel, but I’d been doing novel work off and on during the previous 18 months, so I’m not sure why my ability to do two things at once ceased to function. Thankfully I didn’t try to walk and chew gum at the same time.

But October has changed things. I’m back on the horse, so to speak. Two stories out now, and two of my strongest to date.

At any rate, fingers crossed. If these two fail, there’s always attempt number 41. And we all know what number comes after that.

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