It’s been pretty quiet around here for a while. Sorry about that. Since relocating to NYC I’ve been pretty busy–but now, with the Snowstorm of the Century rolling in and canceling my weekend plans, I should have time to catch up a bit.
As of today Liz and I have been in town for exactly a month. One month ago today, I was recovering after spending 10 hours puking my guts out, and missing my scheduled first day of work. Today, we’re pretty well settled in–though there are still a few boxes–and I’ve had the chance to explore the city a bit.
I’m still working on getting published–in fact, being in New York seems to have lit a fire under me. I don’t know if it’s living among the ghosts of the Harlem Renaissance, or reporting to work each day just a few short blocks from the literary agents I’ve spent years querying. Part of me is hoping there’s good mojo in proximity. At least it’ll be easy to take a lunch meeting, right?
I’ve been stepping up my energy polishing and submitting short stories to various markets, as well. Hopefully I’ll have some good news to share soon.