I’m writing this Sunday morning. I know it’s late in the time frame, but I bartended an event last night. The first time I’ve worked in over a month. I know I’m fortunate my wife makes good money. It allows me to have these breaks between working the day job. I wish I worked more often, but Utah's industry isn’t great.
Hello, today is Sunday, and you’re reading The Bleeding Inkwell. I am your host for this adventure. Please buckle up, have a drink, and enjoy your stay.
It’s week 7 of This thing of mine. Its name changes often, but now it’s The Bleeding Inkwell. I come here to talk about my writing, reading, life, and whatever happens in my world. So let’s get started.
I continued with the project I started a couple of weeks ago. It’s a rewrite of a story I submitted to various places a few years ago. It hit a snag. I’m taking today to figure out what went wrong.
I bartended an event last night for a woman who purchased a house in Tuscany. She’s turning it into a health and wellness retreat. It was a lovely event, but little money.
My wife and I continued watching Poker Face with Natasha Lyonne. I know we’re a bit behind since it’s been out for a while, but we get sidetracked, or at least I do. We’d have finished it and a few other shows by now if it were her choice.
I finished reading The House at Phantom Park by Graham Masterton last week. It’s a decent book. It’s the first book I’ve read by Graham. I started How To Sell A Haunted House by Grady Hendrix this week and The Cellar by Richard Laymon. I’m moving quickly through Grady’s book. Laymon’s book is on my Kindle. I’ll go back to it after finishing Grady’s.
I wrote a blog post about going dark for the next six months on my other space. It was written out of frustration. I’ve been at this for a while. I should be patient. Writing as much as I do and not getting anywhere wears me down. I want someone to read my writing and enjoy it. No matter how hard I work, it feels like that’s not happening.
I’m instituting a new rule. I can’t complain about my writing unless I get a rejection. This means I’ll be submitting every week. I’m not working, which I stated above, and it’s unfair to my wife and kids that I’m merely sitting here and not submitting.
No rejections, not complaining. I also can’t do anything during the day unless I get a word count between 1500-2000 words, get my workout, and edit at least five chapters or 4000 words.
My wife is editing a collection I plan on publishing this summer. I have two novellas I’m working through as well.
Until next week, stay busy.