I just sent "Summer-set" off to Samhain Publishing for their shapeshifters anthology. I was determined to send it in even just a few days before submissions closed, because I didn't want to be that last manuscript leaping over the transom just before the portcullis slammed down. Honestly, a couple more days wouldn't make much difference in terms of editing, mostly because right now I can't stand to read this thing.
I'm proud of it, really. But it's been hellish trying to make a deadline and stretch myself to a longer length than usual, and I'm just exhausted by the story.
The funny thing is that I thought I would take a break from writing, indulge in some chocolate ice cream, and otherwise loaf off. But instead I find myself eager to dive into something--anything--else. There's actually a science fiction idea tickling my brain....