And, so...

I was waffling at one of my more sensible friends about printing out this ridiculously-lengthed story, and he said "Well, do you want to be a writer?" And, you know, this is the best thing I've ever written, and printing these things out and actually shipping them used to be a Thing before the internet.

So I have ginned up a submission packet for Won His Soul. I'm just glad that I recently bought a new ink cartridge and had (barely) enough paper. And, of course, it don't ever go smooth--after I printed out my cover letter, I realized that it says "short story" and this is a novelette. So I got to fix that and print it out again.

Now all I have to do is seal the envelope and schlep it to the post office. Which I will do as soon as the buyer on this eBay auction the Hubby ran pays for what they were apparently very anxious to win, since they bid four times in the final minute. They really should read my sniping tutorial. Bid once, bid your max, and let the chips fall, dude.

Or maybe I'll do it on the way to the grocery store.

I realized today...

That, in my outlining process, I may be confusing and combining my "hook" and my "plot turn 1." I'm treating my hook like my "premise," mostly.

However, I've decided that I don't care, because I'm writing short stories, and they can actually be one and the same in this format. And I'm now working on my fourth outline. I'm still not sure if I'm going to go "eldritch horror" or "darkly funny" on this one, but my Inciting Incident is:

Something with tentacles comes out of the toilet and latches onto our fearless protag's wife's ass, attempting unsuccessfully to drag her in. He will manfully refrain from making a remark about the size of said ass. Screaming ensues and she demands that he Do Something.

Maybe I can do funny eldritch horror.