Spring (so they say) Bee Hiving Moon
My lands! My great-aunt Nell used this phrase a lot. Seems to fit the weather today.
Entered my revised version of I Found an Altar into Scrivener. I’ll compile it and start a round of submissions for The Ifrit and Altar. These will go to magazines, both print and electronic. I’ll start with prozines because they pay the best and acceptance at them counts more than that at the lower paying and no compensation mags.
Really does feel like I’ve begun a different phase of my life now, one in which the writer is more professional, more functional than dysfunctional. In spite of my melancholy over the last week or so I feel better about life in general. A paradox, I know. Melancholy these days feels like a chemical matter, perhaps triggered by some event (the rejections?) or emotion (why did I wait so long to get to this place?), but out of proportion to them. So, I can have this underlying sad, heavy, bittersweet tonality or mood while feeling simultaneously strong.