A fine day

Warning: this is an official rambling.

I'm done with the winter semester! Okay, no one is overjoyed but me. True, I still have one semester left, but it's only one class, and it's an easy class. What this means, my friends, is that I have time to get back to the writing game. A good thing. Especially since I got one of those rejections from a big Christian publishing house that requested I send something else. I love it when that happens. True, I'd love it more if they sent a contract, but I'll take a good compliment from an editor.

Now what to send? They rejected the suspense. Though, truth be told, it wasn't a real good fit for that publisher. I'm just about to start my cozy mystery, but hadn't intended on giving it a strong enough spiritual thread to sell to a Christian publisher. Now I may change that. It won't change the story any, but I have to be more careful. I could say I won't bother with this particular house, but I ain't crazy. When you get an opening, you work it. I'm workin' it.

So, as I sit here watching Jaws (they just put the third barrel in Bruce) and enjoying the opportunity to do absolutely nothing of value for a few hours, I'm thinking about my novels. Not just the ones I've written--you know, the training novels--but the good ones that are straining out of me now. I can't wait. But I will, at least until Bruce explodes into the world's largest bait pile.

By the way, the back's feeling much better today. Funny how that works. No more school work, no more pain.