Spring (?) Bee Hiving Moon
Two more rejections have come in on this decidedly unspringlike day. I can’t tell how much we have now, but when I went out at 7 pm to retrieve the trash container I walked in snow that came over the top of my Sorels. In one day the advance of the sun has been pushed back, nullified by white, a covering more mid-winter than Easter.
Right now I’m going through a curious process of trying to collect all the short stories I’ve written in one spot though it has proved difficult. I’ve had several computers over the years and transferring files from one to the next has not always been seamless. All my novels and parts of novels are in one file, but until today the computer files I have of short stories were all over the place. The computer files now have a home.
However. In going through my paper files I’ve found many stories no longer extant as computer files. That’s ok, because I can just reenter them, but it makes centralizing my cache of stories a bit more complicated. I’m not sure I’ve located all the paper stories yet since I have three file cabinets plus bankers boxes, but over the next few weeks I’ll get all I can find in one physical location.
This is important to me because I’m editing and revising them in preparation for sending them out to magazines. I want to have a reasonable idea of what my trunk looks like.
I edited one today, “I Found An Altar, Black With The Ash of Sacrifice,” that I like a lot, but it’s one of the paper only stories so I’m entering it now into Scrivener. This process will take some time.