I hate to write and run again, but alas, I must.
It’s almost July 4 over here and I’m far, far behind in procuring the necessary fireworks for our nation’s annual festivities as mandated by several county ordinances. I also have to go to an out-of-state wedding. So, you can imagine the state I’m in. [Forgive my pun.]
The good thing is that Sobotka Magazine (see cover nearby) is about to launch a new issue with my story “Barabanhik” in it. It will be the second time seeing my name in print and the first time in a literary magazine. It’s also the first of my stories set in Russia. A place, and a theme, I’m sure to return to. If I may paraphrase Sobotka, some places stick in your bones. Russia is one of them.
Other than that, I’m noticing it’s taking longer for editors to get back to me on my stories…Which may be a sign of the growing quality of the pieces or of summer doldrums in editorial offices across the country. I’ll let you decide which.
Most of all, I’ve been lax on sticking to my writing schedule. Hopefully, when things settle down a bit in this thing called life, I’ll get right back to it. There are a couple of short stories (or more correctly, characters in those stories) which are being particularly impatient right now (“Pick me! Pick me!). I’ve got to sit down in front of the screen and start banging those out, sentence by sentence.
Overall, it’s an exciting time to be hanging around this old Earth and writing a bit. I can’t wait to get back to the café, order a good brew and start tapping the keyboard again. It’s just around the corner…I can almost smell that first cup.