I almost posted the below rhyme today...
It's raining, it's pouring
and Cate is feeling boring
she went to bed with a story problem in her head
and hadn't solved it by morning
...and I guess I did still post it. Only that wasn't all I posted because there's more (you're safe, no more rhymes).
Still working on ideas for my mad escapade novella, which now has 7,500+ words of notes and a pretend title - The Museum of Impossible Artefacts. The story construction reminds me a little of Theatre of Curious Acts (that's my book in case anyone googles it and goes, what the?), shuffling over different time periods and well, it's just bonkers. In my head. It should be my NaNoWriMo project (with a couple of shorts thrown in for good measure, or hey, it may turn out to be a novel. On my knees, please God).
On the short story side. I completed #10bythen. Phew! In fact, I'm up to eleven submissions thanks to thoughtful rejections. Editors, seriously, you don't have to worry about me anymore, I have my ten submissions and don't need any more rejections. Good of you to assist though. Consider yourself hugged. Hard. My bowler hat/mailbox man is still stewing - I may add some bones and cobwebs later; and I've resurrected my Shock Totem comp entry (and its prequel) from earlier this year and am editing, editing, editing.
Oh, and did I say no more rhymes... Well I didn't lie. Honest.