Not On My Hands

I find when confronted with Halloween-hued Peanut M&Ms (said hues being: black, orange, purple, and chartreuse), I selectively eat the purples and the oranges, getting them out of the way, saving the black and chartreuse ones for last. There are only two left, now, in my little dish: one black, one chartreuse. Those colors, together, look lovely to me. Wicked, like a witch's kiss.

Their time at last has come....

Idea Man

I was surging last night, just had a ton of ideas. I kept jotting them down on a slip of paper, which I kept on me all night, just in case more came (they did). Love when I'm on the creative upswing, surfing the waves of my subconscious. Stories I have to finish...

• Smartbomb
• Vista
• Old Hickory

Story ideas I jotted down last night (for me, titles kind of mentally flag the story)...

• Deadline
• Wash, Spin, Rinse, Shoot, Repeat
• Statuesque

So, I'll finish up those three first ones and then dive into the next three. Keep the conveyor belt going. I love when I'm in short story mode. All of these new ones qualify as horror stories, and/or Midwestern Gothic, my own lil' genre.

Of course, I have to repeat the process of pimping stories out to markets, which is proving a little more difficult. I may bundle a baker's dozen of my short stories as an anthology and see if I can get any agency's interest for those.

Speaking of that, I sent out another query for the book. Fingers crossed. I really, really hope something clicks for this one.