Tonight I finished my first proper short story, by which I mean something that I'm submitting to be considered for publication, not just leaving to languish on my hard drive. I feel like I ought to have a glass of wine to celebrate, but it's well past midnight and I still have heaps of work to catch up on tomorrow.
Just as I was about to send the story off to the commissioning editor just now, the wind began to whip from the back room through this L-shaped flat and out the front windows, spooking the cats out of their sleep. Minutes later, it's started pouring like a good monsoon storm --- although as the National Environment Agency's
WeatherWise Singapore handbook* [PDF] on our local weather informs me, it's most likely a
Sumatra squall. Good thing I don't believe in omens.
Funnily enough, the only other time I've used the phrase "baby steps" on this blog was
six years ago in reference to lining up some goals, one of which was: "Write a novel. Any novel." Here's how I'm doing on the other goals from that blog entry:
- Complete one of those damn short stories by the end of the year [2006] – fail.
- Learn to speak another language – kind of, if you count my rudimentary Korean from the lessons I took in London last year.
- Keep a cat or dog – done! Do I get extra credit for having two cats?
- Attempt another musical instrument (maybe the cello?) – not at all.
- Bake a cake or brownies from scratch (i.e. not out of a Betty Crocker box) – no, but I can make pasta sauce and stews from scratch, does that count?
- Live in a place that I can afford to furnish with enough bookshelves – yes, now that I've pared down my collection of books.
Not great, but not too woeful. I'll work on the musical instrument when I get better at writing fiction regularly.
(Above photo is of one of Stellou's
twins in London last year. She is no longer that small and I am no longer geographically close enough to that couch to visit and cuddle her. Boo!)
* I downloaded the handbook to fact-check some things about Singapore weather for this story. Not that you can tell from the story.Labels: Kitty corner, Words words words