I tried to shovel our driveway today, but there was a storm yesterday and now there is a three foot snow bank at the end of out driveway. On top of that the lower levels compacted into ice. I can't move it. I discovered this after an hour of trying in below zero temperatures (taking wind chill into account). So, I calle dthe snow removal people and no one comes out to Brockport. I'm not entirely sure what I'm suppose to do now.

Brian did say I could let it go for the moment since I've been sneezing since I came back inside. So, that's what I'm doing now.

In better news: I WROTE something! Okay so it's less than a hundred words, but hey, it's something. Yay me!

Now I have some housework to do and things to get ready before the game tonight. Wish me luck!

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Instead of getting anything done like a good Jamie, I'm sitting about reading Clarion journals and coughing my lungs out.

I've come to the conclusion that if I get rejected from both Clarions (and it's a definite possability--in retrospect one of my submission stories was really weak; It's the one I am trying to rewrite from the ground up) then I am going to wait until closer to the deadline to apply next year. I mena I can't wait to hear from them if I haven't sent anything out, right? And the anticipation is killing me.

Only two and a half months until the submission deadline, so about three to four months before I should definitely know something. I wonder when Kyle will apply?

I hate that my main machine doesn't have a working version of Word (please don't ask why) on it. The laptop has it, but the laptop also has a short in wither it or the power cord and randomly shuts down. I know I'll need to get this fixed before Clarion, IF I get in, but in the meantime it's just irksome.

I did a little, emphasis again on little, more writing today. I have the idea of the story, and in fact have been toying with the idea for months, but I can't seem to get the character and voice settled. I may have the first finally gelling, but the second...well it's just not.

The rewrites of my other story are going even worse. I decided to change the point of view character and now I'm having trouble getting out of the teenagers perspective and into that of the parent. It doesn't help that the parent changed gender somewhere my mental revisions. Oh well, if it's worth doing there's going to be some pain involved.

Speaking of which I wonder where the ferrets put my wrist brace. I love the little thieves, but really. I've found Brain's wallet in the litterbox, my keys in the hamster ball where they keep their flannel toys, and once I found my wrist brace wedged in a sock under the dresser.

The ferrets sleep in the strangest places too. I found Tempest the other day sleeping IN a blanket. No, not wrapped in it, or curled under it. She had torn the seams loose in one little area and was sleeping between the two levels of quilting inside the blanket.

Well, that's it for now. Bye, all!