Sufficient unto the day are the tasks therein

...or something.

So far this day have identified various fora that need a course in the basics of genre fiction, if only they knew it. Including the local fine arts college. Is it a Bad Sign if I only recognize one of the "nationally known" authors who have recently graced the creative writing program? I have at least one application coming my way, and will shortly get back on the phone and see if I can't increase that number significantly.

Yesterday, I received the monthly newsletter from one of the writers' groups I belong to. The members of this particular writers' group have been caught up -- wrongly, so I think -- with the Evils of Used Bookstores, claiming that USBs take food out of their mouths, or at least $ignificant ca$h out of their pockets. I've signed off the listserv and am considering letting my membership lapse because of this -- and, frankly, because of the headbanging administered to those who try to say that USBs are not in all cases, to all writers, a Very, Very Bad Thing. So, I was not only extremely happy to see that a member of the group has firmly and rationally taken on the Group Wisdom, but that the article runs on the first page of the newsletter. Well done, author and newsletter editor.

And now -- back to the phones.

Small Victories

The afternoon run at the phones wasn't as successful as I had hoped, though I did get an invitation to teach shorthand. It's a thought, I guess, though why anyone would want to learn such an Arcane Art in these days of Digital Everything is more than I can figure.

Writing today consisted of rewriting the chapter that I thought was in the can, TWICE, and making some very little bit of forward motion on the next. Say it again, how "throwing together" an organic novel isn't work.

Progress, if you can call it that, on the Book Without a Name

56,636 / 98,000 (57.8%)