Where does the time go I ask you? I had fully intended to blog on Friday. I was in good spirits, that was until I got home and saw the A4 envelope waiting for me. My story rejected by Peoples Friend for being too weak. It smarted and it set me deep into a funk. I'm fine now though, I've sent a (different) story out to Take a Break Fiction Feast. This is my favourite of all the womags and the first time I have subbed to them so I am a little nervous about it. It's out there now so I just have to get on with other things while I try to ward off the postie bringing me more bad news.
The weekend passed by in a blur. Friday I went to see a great band with boyf and some friends and had a few too many vinos. I woke up early Saturday morning to discover someone (I don't know who) had hung all of my washing on the line from the night before. Boyf swears it wasn't him, which I can believe so I can only deduce it was the elves. Still one less thing I had to do before my sister picked me up for an all day hen party in Brighton. Unfortunately by 9.30 pm the cocktails and the bad kareoke had taken its toll so me and my sister headed back to our hotel to watch (very poor) Saturday night telly. Sunday I got back and enjoyed short stories a plenty from my writing group which just get better each fortnight.
Tonight I will start a new story for Womag 2 Weekly, not leaving it till last minute like the last one. Although saying that I struggled for ideas on the last one and I can't help feeling it was my best one yet!