With gipsywriter having moved to town, a lot of my free time has been spent learning how to live with another person. Combined with things ramping up at the office, not as much free time as there once was for writing. Still, once I get used to having a significant other always around, I can get back to work.

I'm pulling back and forth with "Black Magic and Barbecue Sauce" because I want to write the ending but I need to cut words. Sometimes I write, other times I cut. Meh. Neither is as rewarding as it was previously. I always have trouble keeping my word count low.

But, that's not what this post is about. This is about something new! Once BBQ is finished, I'll start on "The Tragic Death of the Snark?", a story based on events from Monday. I'm slightly frustrated by the similarity between this title and Lewis Carroll's "The Hunting of the Snark" poem. The two have nothing to do with one another, but as soon as I thought of the title, it made me feel like a story I had already read. Oi.

The weirder thing is, it's just general fiction. No fantasy, no sci-fi, just fiction. Certainly I've written non-fantasy fiction in the past, but I've never explored any avenues to have it published. I find myself in unfamiliar waters.

Any suggestions?