Ambushed

I really am.  I've been stupid exhausted, today, and I don't know why.  It took around 40 ounces of coffee to kick-start my brain, today, and my body never bothered to follow.

No, really--I've been ambushed by writing ideas.  I started writing a story that I only kinda-sorta know where it's going on Sunday; I typed up and revised another one that I'd written out in my little journal book on...Monday, I think it was, and started thinking about revising another story yesterday.  I got started with that today, and the revised part (from first to third person, with more details added) is almost as long as the entire former finished draft. 

I've finished another revised draft of Fire and Forge, and have set it aside to be better able to read through for mistakes and typos in another week or so. 

And, added to the shorts, I've got another novel building.  I think this one is going to be a lot less episodic than the Modern Gods series, more a true novel like the Legends series...and I'm going to probably go through to rewrite from first to third person with that one, too.  I'm hoping to get the bulk of that one done in November, between getting paper four graded for my classes, and picking up paper five--their last paper--to grade. 

But yeah--the fiction writing bug has bitten me kind of hard, lately.  And, right now, I have a short story collection started that has three stories in it, and is currently around16,000 words (around 34 pgs in MS word, 12 pt font, single spaced).  I've got at least another 2000, once I finish revising the story I'm currently revising, and at least one more story (the one I started on Sunday) that may end up less short story, more novella.  If things keep going at this rate, I'll have something else to go up for sale, sometime this summer.