Done

It's gone.  I've done it.  Postcards is on its way to meet its fate, the dear thing.  I hope it's well received.  It took me all day to summon up the courage to be done with formatting and finally press the "send" button on my email.  It's a bit silly, really.  After all, there are hundreds of markets out there and if it's not picked up by this one, then I'll have to try some others.  And things could be held up a bit if it takes me an entire day to send off a submission each time.

Now, I must turn my hand to Nunnery, which I love dearly, although not as much as Postcards.  I've also been thinking about the fate of Ever Again, another one of my favourite stories.  Perhaps I should send that one off somewhere and see how it's received.  I still have some critiques from the writer_girls on that story which I should think about implementing.  I do feel that Ever Again is a story worth sharing once I've done a bit more work on it.

And yet, as my Timothy said to me mere minutes ago: Why are you working on old stories instead of the fantastic new ones you have?  Which is a very good question indeed.  I think it's because I want to feel like I'm doing something.  Writing is such an internal thing - you sit down in front of a computer and write a story.  Then what?  You edit it.  Maybe you send it to friends for a critique.  And then maybe, just maybe, you'll summon up enough courage to send it off to a magazine or a publisher.  At the moment, I want to feel as though I'm doing something a tad more productive than just sitting down, typing away on my beloved WordPerfect.  If I'm sending stories out into the world, then I feel as though I'm furthering my dream to be a published writer.

And while they're mouldering away in inboxes and slush-piles, I'll get to work on new stories.

I do feel a little productive.  Mostly terrified for the fate of Postcards, but productive nonetheless.