I am paying the editor this weekend if I can, and my other friend who is editing the story collection. I hope to get at least something out before Christmas.
That's all I have because I need to grade. I am at Starbucks with my son, trying to get some work done. Plus, I have been battling a cold, and my energy is low.
On a high note, the damn draft of my novel finally posted. The WiFi gods can be such bastards sometimes, but here you are: The Harvest.
Here's to writing and publishing progress and to the mother fucking WiFi gods. #Resist