I’ve started writing again.

I’ve dragged out an old short story project I was really excited about until I received a few painful rejections. I took a critical look at it, and realized where the flaws were, and understand that it really deserved to be rejected. I am almost done with the rewrites, and can’t wait to start subbing it out again. This one involves elves.

I have also read over both Banshee and Nightingale Affair, and am excited about both. I can’t wait to start making progress on both.

If only my crappy old computer will co-operate. Microsoft Word won’t open any more, so I am limping along with an open source processor. It’s enough to scratch this itch, but that’s about it. It’s discouraging to be making progress on a project only to suddenly have to shift gears and spend an hour fighting with the computer.

Luckily, my new job at UPS gives me a discount with DELL computers, which we ship. A few paychecks to get caught up and I will be able to put something aside for a new computer.

Most importantly, I have begun subbing out the latest draft Of Poets and Angels. Before looking for agents, I have sent off a submission to my favorite e-book publisher, Double Dragon Press. They are the premier e-book publisher, one I would be thrilled to work with, and have been in business from the beginning of e-books, since before they became trendy.

I know once again I am facing rejection, but am not bothered by it at this point. After two rounds of agent queries and dozens of rejections for my shorts, I am no stranger to rejections. And I can tell you from my one published cred, all it takes is one acceptance letter to erase all the negativity from every one of those rejections. This is not an opportunity for rejection, this is an opportunity for acceptance.

It’s been a year since I have been this excited about writing. I enjoyed my stint as a stay-at-home dad, but it simply did not provide the mental stimulation I need. I have that now, time outside of the house, physical activity to spark that creative impulse. I’m not a Carpenter any more, and I am no longer just a Stay-At-Home Dad, but once again, I am a Writer.