TGIF

It is Friday. The day probably has varied significance, depending on circumstance, but Fridays have traditionally been my day off. And for me, it has always been a day of writing. Over the years, I've spent the bulk of this day writing my guts out. I hope to do so again today.

Some years, when I've had a book contract to fulfill and a deadline to meet, I've used Fridays to write whole chapters, or even entire sections. But now, with nothing looming on the horizon, I have free reign to write what I want. I can also pull out phone numbers and call editors, or write inquiry emails, or stuff envelopes with manuscripts and take them to the post office.

It's Friday. And I plan to work on the following today:

A story entitled "The Draft Dodger" that I began nearly ten years ago. I've rewritten it many times, recently tossed out all but the first four pages, and now will begin again until I get it right (tone, voice, pace, etc.).

I'm writing an editor at Brazos Press, following up with a magazine editor, working on a new book proposal.

I'll probably write a couple of poems to my wife (for Valentine's Day?). I seem to be able to create really weird and wacky love poems around mock holidays and VD is one of my favorites.

TGIF . . .