It's been a mixed day, which started with a bummer of a rejection of a flash that was solicited. It's the first rejection, I still want to tinker with the end anyway, so it's not all that discouraging. Still, I hoped for better.
I'm at this amazing Bending Genres retreat in Ojai and missed all of yesterday because of a killer migraine. Worried that it could be covid, which added to my general misery, but was greatly relieved when I tested negative. Today after two cups of tea, lots of gatorade and some Tylenol I feel almost human. Went to our last gatherings and reading. (My first reading of "Lunatic Impromptu" helped me decide on some cuts.) Looking forward to dinner at a posh restaurant with the participants.
And I just heard from Jill Talbot, a writer I've admired for years, that she's teaching "Haunting Houses" in her class on "Lyric Hauntings" at the University of North Texas. She's taught "Little Colored Pills" in the past as well, and I'm so honored!
The view from our bedroom in Ojai.