saturday

Saturday: AKA the day I get to wake up late and take things extremely slow. I couldn’t be more fortunate right now. Last night and today have involved a boob tube marathon of watching the pre-recorded re-runs of Angel off TNT. I am midway through the fourth season. The Beast has darkened the sun and all of Los Angeles is a playground for demons. The infamous law firm Wolfram and Hart has been taken out. Oh, Angel, how could they cancel you? Now we will only be left with Charmed.

Which doesn’t hold a candle to any Joss Whedon creation.

The second half of Ash Wednesday is now posted at Wicked Fairy. Now that I’m posting these old stories and re-proofing them I wonder if I could actually sell them to a publisher? It would be nice to get a publisher for Jamnia (The Hidden Lives of Virgins) But really, it would nice to have anything published. I wonder what the market for short story collections is?

I saw the story I want to put up next. It will have to be revised—heavily—and step by step. The Homecoming. When I over old stories I ask what the theme is. Is there some overarching message that concerns me that keeps popping up? And don’t say Catholicism, because that’s a given! I don’t know, whaddo you think, Helen? You’ve read almost everything?