Or, perhaps, the Tao of it.
Cleaning by not-cleaning is by no means as effective as, say, cleaning by actually cleaning.
I have dithered about for as long as I could. I went shopping for some essentials, I had my eyes tested [Interesting photographs!] and also had lunch.
Now I really have to sweep the floor.
A little bit of palaver before I delve wholesale into the fiction.
Firstly: I write Science Fiction. Yes, the red-headed stepchild of the fiction arena. Well, sparkly vampires and bodice-rippers be damned, I like Science Fiction. If you don’t, then you don’t have to read this.
Secondly: This story has been rejected by Analog Magazine. I would like to find out why, since the standard rejection letter is a trifle vague. Just… be gentle. My ego bruises
Read more »I woke up this morning and realised that I am Thirty-nine and have done almost squid-all nothing with my life.
I consider myself a writer - but I have finished little and published nothing.
I am a Mum - yet, or perhaps because of that, everything I do is wrong.
I have a degree in Information Technology - and I am unemployable.
I have two kids, both on that marvellously wide rainbow that is ASD, and I think I’m achieving
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