Between writing and editing I ran an errand, and took care of a few minor things. Now I need to go outside and get something done, damn it. I at least want to get the grass cut today, dang it.
A long time ago--in another century--I submitted about a page to Knights of the Dinner Table and they paid me for it, a whopping $55 as it worked out. That was in 1999 as I recall. Since then I've submitted a novella and a novel, and both were rejected. Today is the third submission of what I would call serious work. (My proposal for Tales From The Rufus generated no response. I probably did it wrong.)
Third time's the charm, right? But this story--Chandelier--is a good story, short, with few of the defects of my novella. It ought to go over well enough. I might even get a little money from it.
We're having fun at Casa Fungus! It's a party!