On Strike!

Well, it must be winter time or close enough to it because our flock of urban chickens is on strike. They've laid just a single egg this week! They don't appear to be molting, so it must just be the shorter days and maybe the colder temperatures.

Somehow, I bet this ends up making it into this year's Nanowrimo story...

This is the year!

Okay. That's it. This is the year. For sure, this is the year.

This year, I'm going to admit to myself and the world that I want to take writing more seriously. This year, I'm going to put myself out there, make a real effort. Of course, I suppose I've told myself that before. Heck, I've even submitted a short story to a magazine and kept (framed) the rejection letter. Ah, but this year... This year is different!

No really! I have a plan! I have motivation!

Here's my plan. I had a great idea for a short novel last year, and I bashed out a quick 50k words in nanowrimo. Now, I'm taking that draft and really working on it. My plan, my hope, is to clean it up and then submit it... Somewhere.

I've already started -- I'm reading it slowly, out loud, and taking lots of notes. Once I've done the read through, I'll do a round of editing and then pass it along to another person to read through.

So that's, uh, my plan. So far. After that...