Jack of Harts

I missed a deadline for an anthology today. It should have been an easy story to write, but every time I tried to write it, the story did not come easy. I love my new job, but it has been busting my brain for months. Trying to get quality time to write has been a real struggle, and the quantity of my writing has suffered for that. Something like at least a third of the anthologies I wanted to submit to have fallen off the edge into my “yeah, I’m not going to get that one done” bin. The stories I have completed this year I am darn proud of. And I think they are better than ones I’ve written before. My Captain William Carter stories have really been taking off for instance, and they continue to trickle out into publication every month or so. I’m not making a living on them, but I’m getting money, and many editors are seeing my work and choosing to take my stories. So that is all good.

I wish I could write more, and as I get more comfortable in my new job I think I will. Also there is the promise of a new system that will kick my butt a lot less. But there is always a learning curve with new systems, so maybe I will get hammered again. Time will tell. In the meantime, I have a good job that I like. And I’m still putting out good stories. Not as many as I would like, but every good story I get out makes me smile. And a fair number of them also make me money.

So that is all kinds of good. 🙂