The end of the semester nears, which means I will be working four 10-hour days soon (we close on Fridays for about 8 weeks). The lovely 2 hours of writing/revision time I get each day will be gone and I'll be forced to either hole up during my lunch break or stay up later each night. Decisions, decisions... But at least I'll have Fridays to myself to write. (cue the dirty dishes to wash, the laundry to fold, the floor to vacuum, the toilet to scrub...) Last week I screwed up enough courage to send out a totally fresh piece of flash fiction to a market and while I wait, I'm trying to work on another longer piece. I say trying because the antihistamines are kicking the life out of me. Yes, that lovely sun allergy has returned along with the pleasant weather. After finishing the Susan G. Komen Race for the Cure yesterday, hives broke out on my hands and face and scalp, etc and I got all swolley. (yes, I know swolley isn't a word, ...
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