I sent the short story “The Sword of Anubis” off this morning to a magazine. Keep your fingers crossed. I rewrote it for the umpteenth time and finally was satisfied enough to send it.
I’ve run out of old stories to revamp now, so I’ll have to finish off a few of those stories I have hanging around half written.
It’s not such a good day here today. It started out raining, then the sun came out, now I think it is just about to pour down again. Very weird. Very springish.
Our plans for making hay while the sun shone have fallen in a heap. While we waited for the land to dry up enough to get the tractors on, the grass grew too long and fouled up all the equipment. Now we’ll have to strip graze it a bit at a time. The cattle will love it.
Pity about not being able to stock pile a bit more hay for tougher times, though. We still have some left from last season, but everyone knows how quickly you can go through that.
Oh well, with the floods and all, at least we have plenty of water.
Ah, sigh. Such is the farming life.
Okay, so now its back to writing again. Maybe I can get some poems sent off before Xmas.
Cheers.