When this whole quarantine/social distancing/shelter in place/back the fuck up started seventeen years ago in mid-March, I was having a serious inability to write fiction. Since this is part of what I do for a living, this was a bit of a problem. Luckily, two of the other parts of what I do for a living, editing and writing nonfiction, were things I could (and did) still do, so that was a relief, but given that I’m horribly late on so many deadlines, I really needed to get the fiction train rolling again.
The dam finally broke, he says mixing his metaphors, last Thursday, when I finally finished Chapter 23 of my collaboration with David Sherman, To Hell and Regroup, and over the weekend through to today (around writing two Voyager Rewatches) I wrote “Materfamilias,” my contribution to Bad Ass Moms, which is off to editor Mary Fan shortly.
(If you click on that link, you won’t see my name — my story was a stretch goal for the anthology’s Kickstarter, which it obviously reached…..)
Now it’s on to Chapter 24 of THAR……