In about 45 minutes, I have 3 Chinese delegates from the Wuxi Institute stopping by, so I can describe our English classes to them. Not that I expect that to be anything you’d know about. That’s the tenor of my day.
So. I’m still digging the new manuscript. I can see the light at the end of the tunnel of the sort it out/not so gloppy draft, and then we begin some real hard work on the actual manuscript. Some deep writing and some patching, some bridging and development. We’re not at the whack it down stage yet again. We’re at the grow it in a more focused, less gloppy way stage.
I’m in a place right now where I’m keeping my head down and I’m writing. I’m craving a little recognition for my work, but it’s rejection season here. Three things are circulating, and they are getting rejected. It’s not the end of the world. It just isn’t what I’d like.
Well, sometimes the field rests, and the next time you plant seeds, you get nicer results. I’ll try to focus on hoeing the rows.
I’m an Iowan. I *do* have a license for the extended agriculture metaphor, thank you very much. But really, who has my nice shiny bucket of fame? Get yer own! 🙂