S-A-T-U-R-D-A-Y Night

 I started on "Love Stinks" around 11, after firing up the grill. I had hamburger and green beans after 12. It is a beautiful, sunny day, and I catnapped. I will take the bike out at 7.

While working on the story (second shift), I listened to Ling Ma on Imploding the Immigrant Narrative. Enlightening, encouraging. From what was read, I like her prose.

6:52

I am done with, but not finished, the latest section of "Love Stinks." 1793 words. I fill finish it tomorrow.

No bike riding. Some jumping jacks. No caffeine. No money.

Tomorrow, finish this section and do laundry.

The email brought another rejection, for "The Local Boy Who Made Good" this time:

Thank you for your submission to BigCityLit. Unfortunately, this work does not suit our needs at this time.

We wish you the very best of luck in placing this work elsewhere. Thank you for your continued support of BigCityLit.

Good-night, whoever you are.

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