The kids had a great time trick-or-treating. It was freezing cold, but at least it wasn't windy. I had the kids wearing heavy layers of clothing under their costumes, so that helped keep them warm. Jude dressed up as Foxy from the video game Five Nights at Freddy's, while Lyle dressed up as a creeper from Minecraft. Zoe was an adorable little pumpkin.
It's November, and I've submitted twelve stories so far. I've had a lot of rejections, of course, but I'm trying not to feel too bad about that. I've been submitting to big magazines that see hundreds of stories every month, so that's to be expected. Why do I keep trying when the odds are so stacked against me? Maybe I'm crazy, but I still feel like I need to keep trying. Every time I get a rejection, I turn right around and resubmit elsewhere. If nothing else, I'm proud of my persistence.
I've been making some progress on my writing goals for the month, and I'm determined to keep going. As long as I have coffee, I'll be okay.
What would you like to celebrate?