In good news, I got 933 words of Scardown today and a little over 500 yesterday, elimating two of those pesky notecards and cracking page 243. Now I need to figure out how to inject some tension into the first three paragraphs of "The Train They Call The City." And go camp by the mailbox, as the nomailman has not yet come today, and the email rejection embargo continues.
I liked this better when I sucked more, and was doing a better job convincing myself that I stood absolutely no chance whatsoever of ever selling a story to a pro market. It was much lower stress.
Well, at least I have the Derby to look forward to. :-) Maybe I can get my fretmonkey a job as a jockey.