Days are whipping by. October, my favorite month, is here. We're getting into the homestretch of 2016.
September was an interesting (and, somewhat disappointing) month:
* I started making Halloween cards. (I've been making cards for years.)
* I realized I was too stressed right around the time I stopped feeling well.
* I read eighteen books...
* ... and quit reading three.
* I received eleven rejections (about one every three days).
* I submitted like a fiend, in spurts.
* I redesigned my blog... by myself.
The rejections aren't bothering me (quite as much) as before. Unless it's a publication I really hope for, I handle it without tears... or beating myself up. So, there's an upside. Two of the rejections were contests, though.
Poetry still comes, sporadically, but fiction is hard-won for me... lately. Last month, I was certain I hadn't written anything besides blog posts since my release from being housebound on June 30th. But I have. I just didn't realize it. I do that a lot, forget the work I put in and berate myself for having no discernible progress.
I don't think my blog redesign looks like it's the space of a professional writer. And that used to bother me. Most writer blogs have black and white with nothing like "fun" or "whimsy" involved unless the writer is a children's author. It's too bad, too. Writers are some of the only creative people who feel the need for pomposity and pretension. The fact that I hated my blog because it strayed from what's "normal" is sad.
How did your September go?