It's been an eventful week. I've just received the edits for my latest acceptance - always a pleasure. I've been to the hairdresser and my hair is now black with sections of green. And I've just finished the first story in two years that wasn't for a specific submissions call, and so officially has no home.
It did initially. Many months back, when I was blogging for Red Lipstick Diaries, a submissions call went out which inspired me to start a quick story plan for this one. However, RLD are long since defunct, and I've made too many changes to the setting for it to apply to that particular call now, although I could always alter it again if it came to it.
But it feels a little strange to be sending out a completely unrequested story again after such a long pause. At least when I've written for anthology calls I know my story will be considered on that basis. I have an image of this one limping around, miserable and unwanted, peeping round doors until it finds a suitable home.
It's worrying when you start viewing your stories in the same way as abandoned animals. Although that might be because I have my two rescue cats sitting next to me giving me the big eyes. They don't like it when I write - it means I'm busy not petting them.
So I'm crossing my fingers that this new story will find a loving editor. In the meantime I'll get back to the more important task of convincing my cats that green hair is not for eating.