Heard back from the charity anthology. Another no. Which then brought the response of, "I'd like to know why you're in such a dry streak lately," from my husband. Never before have I ever gone so long without any takers. Usually, one, maybe two subs and I'm off and running.
I almost agree with him. I wonder, but don't really want to know a reason. Streaks come and go with no rhyme or reason. Will be happy when it ends, though. That, I promise! Ha ha ha.
For now, I'll keep plugging away and writing for my tastes -- no one else's. Think I have been putting things in for the pub more than I'd like to admit to myself right now. Time I threw that out the window and wrote solely for me. It's the one selfish act of writing. It is, also, what pays off. Writing for yourself allows you to pour yourself into the work. That energy and feeling breathes life into the page.
This is something I think I am forgetting with prompt driven projects. I need to work harder to correct that.
Upside: The pub was enthusiastic (by email) that the piece was a good read. But, failed due to limited space. At least they enjoyed looking it over!
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