Holy F-ing God! I haven't been sick like this week in a long, long time. It got so bad that I thought I was going to head to the ER last weekend not because of the illness but rather because I was worried I'd overdosed on medication. Remember, folks, you can take only so much Tylenol and Theraflu before it works against you.
But now that I'm better, I need to get my ass back to the task of writing, and that includes revisions on a new short story that I hope to have out on submission runs by the end of the month.
I've also begun reaching out to LA venues to give readings of Unholy Spirits. Out of five that I emailed on Friday, one wasn't looking to do repeat performers just yet and another has quite a backlog at the moment. Roar Shack has me down for October - perfect timing for Unholy Spirits - another venues is reviewing the story, and a fifth one still needs to get back to me.
I've also got about a dozen or so other places to reach out to. For now, I decided to start things off by reaching out to places where I at least had a contact name. We'll see where those lead.