under another sun

Lorraine still unwell but making slow progress. Still needing breakfast in bed and generally taking care of. I was up early and sent off Snowfall , the short story I'd been revising recently, to a magazine called Superlative -- The Literary Journal. Then I pressed on with editing the Kansas story, which I will probably rename before I release it into the wild. I went for a short walk by the sea this afternoon, and popped into the supermarket.  Once home, my throat flared up and I felt quite ill. Cooked a decent chicken stew, and sat about feebly. Enjoying The Lady in the Lake by Raymond Chandler. A proper page turner.  Snaps by the sea, which looked really green in real life, proving that I did actually make it out today. Also the chaenomeles Dawn gave us in our front garden, a gorgeous flower.   

Up with the mantra of getting s*** done this morning, and I worked with decided purpose. Sent off Snowfall to a potential publisher. I have four new short stories out in the world at the moment. And I  worked through a list of things that must be done. Walked down to the Marwood after lunch to chat with Rosie's pal Julia Gillick. Julia working for an organisation that coordinates training, and it was intriguing. The site itself is called Eequ, and is a bit all over the place with no proper branding etc, but the idea of what if I were to do a training course, might that look like was quite compelling. Had a nice cup of tea and a weird bagel containing smarting chilli flakes. I suggested I could help with their branding. A nice saunter home, pausing to buy a big bunch of flowers for Mrs Kenny as we are married six years tomorrow. A chat with Sonia before she zoomed off and I finished off my bits and pieces for the week. A peaceful Friday night in, Lorraine very cheerful having r...

Working long and hard on editing two of my stories, The Hounding , and The Meat It Feeds On , and writing the first draft of a new short one called Snowfall . Other bits and pieces too, and sent a manuscript, rather speculatively, off to Gregory in New York. There is something, I have decided, which is very empowering about being 60. It's damn the torpedoes and full steam ahead. Loving reading my book of Ray Bradbury short stories at night. Lorraine coldy and tired at night. I started to read a story but she was asleep in about 30 seconds.