It's A Tropical Heatwave!

A desultory week, so far.

Two rejections, the first from Sunday's email.
 

Thanks for sending Road Tripping. I don't think I can find the right readers for this, but I appreciate the opportunity and hope you find a good home for your work. 

Best - Jon

Jon Roemer, The Shortish Project/Outpost19

 

And this from Monday morning, just as I was closing out for the morning:

Thank you for giving us the opportunity to consider your work. Unfortunately, we don't feel it's a good fit for our journal.

Please keep in mind that opinions about writing are highly subjective, and just because a piece isn't right for us doesn’t mean it won’t be perfect for someone else. We'll be happy to consider any new work you care to submit in the future.

Editorial Staff,  The Lascaux Review

I am thinking of no more attempts at publishing parts of my stuff, instead to focus on the whole thing. This even though I got a very insightful critique from Joel C on Tuesday. He has me thinking of revamping what I have put together as “Road Tripping.” I spent last night writing him a response, thanking him for his lengthy critique.

Monday night I had a long telephone call with MW. She reminds me why I do not miss practicing law. Then one with last night with KH, letting him critique a future post.

I await word that the paperback version of “Masque of the Red Death: The Play” is live on Amazon.

The counselor was seen yesterday, a refreshing time, as always. I need to get my Zoloft prescription refilled. I have been lazy about getting to CVS.

CC came up Monday – surprising me. I fed her some of my pork and beans. She liked it enough to eat two bowls and fall asleep for a half hour. We went down to the Attic Window and to Dollar General. She got a hat. She said buying it was silly; she needs more silliness. It really has been the most I have seen her laugh since we have been talking. She still seems so frail, so depleted.

Sunday, I spoke with K and with my sister. K asked if I had seen CC. I told her I had not and so when she did show up, I was surprised.

Work has been good, I have hand my afternoons free; that I have not been using my time wisely is my fault.

What else? I saw two raccoons while riding the bus to work, yesterday. It is hot and will be getting hotter. Nothing new typed. There are some things that I have been thinking about, but I am not awake long enough, early enough, to make anything of them now. Life is good, I need to get more writing done. The bus comes within the next 30 minutes.

 sch