Spring Bee Hiving Moon
Entering the edits and revising the Ifrit took longer than I expected. Sigh. When touching a work, I can’t resist fiddling with it. Still, I finished before noon. Then, I began to search my sources for short story markets. I found several, but following their submission requirements will require some time, so I only submitted to one, a contest for emerging writers that had April 15th at 5 pm EST as its deadline. Since that was only an hour and a half from when I found it, I decided to prioritize that one.
This is in service of building writer’s credentials, as well as selling/getting work out there, too, of course. I admit I’ve not done this stuff as well as I could have (hardly), but I pushed myself over the hump before I left for Tucson and I find myself with increased vigor around it. Submissions still send a shiver of fear down my spine (Will I survive constant rejection? Answer: of course, but tell that to my spine.), so I wouldn’t call it easy or routine, but I’m trying to get there.
Gives the old guy something to shoot for.
(Angels bow down for newly created Adam, whereas Iblis (Satan, dark, right) refuses. Islamic Persian miniature from before the 19th century.) Ifrits are djinn that serve Iblis.
