Holy crap, are we tied for first in the AL East?

This is the content I am here for.

Slim is dealing.

Just started writing chapter 14 of the new one.

Ok, I’m at that critical 12,000 word mark where I go overboard critiquing everything and end up walking away from a project.

I need to see this one through. I know it’s got legs. I just need to keep on top of it.

Completed the first of five parts of a new book project last night.

Been focusing on POV like it’s oil paint.

I can’t stand reading first-person fiction.

As the president of the official Dylan Beavers fan club, I will tell you that it is undeniable that Dylan Beavers is the greatest Baltimore Oriole of all time.

Dance My Pain Away YouTube video by Rod Lee - Topic

Difficult day. Help each other out. And dance a lot.

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Good on you, Coby Mayo.

Let’s just go ahead and walk the whole team.

BEAVERS!!!

I may have just stepped into a new novel. This is not going to end well.

Moo

1-2-3

Who’s gonna be the first Oriole to jack one onto Eutaw St this year?

Dylan

Beavers

Orioles legend.

Amazed Mounty is still on the team.

⚾️

It’s sort of terrifying. Makes you wonder if things that happened actually happened.

Something I realized this evening as I was updating my writing cv is that nearly all of my published work from the 90s and early Oughts is gone from the internet.

I kept finding hints of things like notices or calls for magazines I was editing on defunct listservs and forum boards.

I just realized it is Saturday. All day I thought it was Sunday. This is the best day ever.

Four stories completed in three days — all sent to editors. Fulfilling weekend after a stressful week.

Another story went out today. This one a bit more speculative than the others. And short — only 1,500 words.

Two short stories went out to editors this eve. And this after I somehow lived through giving back-to-back webinars this afternoon.

Just finished up a third short story and sent it out to the editor. Weird, sad story.

Two short stories out on the street.

Yeah. Now they just jab me in the eye every other month.

My face.

Mood.