Did you put sunscreen on? I asked Bly before we left. You said you burn quickly.
So she went and put sunscreen on. But did I? Of course not. In my defense, I’m used to driving without wearing sunscreen. However, I failed to take two things into account. One, I don’t drive for a couple hours at a time, usually. Two–my left arm is the tanned one, as it hangs out the window when I drive. The one hanging out the window while Bly drives is more vulnerable.
Yeah, so I’m a bit cooked. I’ll survive. The really interesting thing today is, BJ challenged me to write a short story. I was whining that I need to get something out there if I’m going to get a contract this year (my goal, you’ll remember, arbitrary but still important). She suggested I try a short story and see if I could sell it to a magazine, since that would have a much faster turn-around than a book publisher.
Hmm, said I. Can I write a short story? I used to believe I couldn’t write short to save my life, but after a couple novels coming in under the recommended book-length, I began to wonder.
Okay, I’ll give it a shot. I do have an unfinished bit about Eve at fifteen years old (may change it to fourteen)–actually I posted that bit here once. Hmm. How fast can I write 3-5,000 words?
I know. In one day, when I’m on a roll. But I’m not yet, so it won’t be happening today.