Sometimes, I have to makes lists. If I don't, too many bits and pieces float around in the fishbowl that is my skull, and then nothing works as it should.
I've been plugging away, in the background, on this year's print version of 52 Stitches. Yes, it's coming (and I think the cover is just lovely, but I'm sick like that). On a related note, there will be no 52 Stitches next year. I've fought with this decision for a long time...I've enjoyed the run (and it may be back from the "dead" in a year), but I can't make the commitment necessary for Stitches to be as awesome as I'd like. Said commitment is partially financial (I'd love to be able to pay more and offer comp copies to everyone involved), but the major factor is lack of time. Family constraints have limited my writing time (even more soccer on Saturdays and practice and homework and drama camp and...), and I don't like to "half-ass" anything I do. The sheer glut of flash fiction markets out there (even more now than when I started 52 Stitches two years ago) makes it a "trifecta" of reasons to push pause, even if it is just for a year. I'm making the announcement here (and not at the Strange Publications site) because Stitches is my baby, even if it is an awkward, wonky child at times.
Secondly, I intend to start editing Borrowed Saints. In edition, I might just post a segment each week here at the blog. I might just post the whole book before it's all said and done.
Because I can. I'd love to be motivated and inspired and brave, but sometimes I'm just tired and small and frightened.
I guess I don't have as much swimming around up there as I thought...
It just feels like too much.