I spent hours cleaning up a short story. I think this one is my first children’s story, but I’m not positive. I’ve written so many stories, I can’t remember them all. I’m proud of this story and I hope it does well.
I’m waiting for Monday Night Football to start. I’m going to watch the hell out of it. Vikings and Bears. I’m pulling for the Bears in this one. You?
Some of those who compare Trump to Hitler are the same who want to disarm us.
EDITED TO ADD
This is what I told my cousin Bonnie on Facebook where I posted the same “Some of those who compare Trump to Hitler are the same who want to disarm us” observation. You might not agree with me, but this is how I see it.
Just got paid for a short story.
The other day, I posted about the mail carrier leaving a slip in my mailbox, because someone who sent me something didn’t purchase the right amount of postage. So, the post office wants me to pay the postage before they’ll leave the package.
Although I figured it could be a contributor’s copy along with payment from one of the markets I submitted to, I didn’t know that for sure. I didn’t want to pay the postage until I knew what I was paying for.
I emailed the post office asking for more details about the package. The post office sent me a picture of a large envelope with clear addresses displayed. The envelope is from one of the markets I submitted to.
I’m annoyed that the publisher didn’t cover the entire postage amount. But, I guess I’ll pay it. If my payment for the story is in the envelope, it’ll be much more than the due postage amount.
Up until recently, the hardware store was owned by Dave, my firearms dealer. I had gotten to know Dave and I was familiar with his staff. When I’d go in to buy my hunting license, it was a quick, easy process. They knew what they were doing and they knew what I was asking for.
But Dave recently sold the store. The store is still in business, but it’s a different owner and a different staff. Today was my first time back in there since Dave moved out.
It was a very awkward and slow process. But finally they got the right hunting license printed up. I hope so, anyway.
Then, when I was paying, it took the guy a long time to work out everything on the register before he could slide my card through.
Well, I’ll be forgiving. I don’t know how long it has been since the new owner and staff took over. Maybe they’re still getting the feel for things. I might be the first person who came in to buy hunting license since they took over. Maybe next time it’ll be easier going.
I just found this in my mailbox. It’s one of those slips that the mail carrier leaves when the person sending you something didn’t purchase the right amount of postage. So, it falls on you to pay the postage “before” the mail carrier will leave the package.
I don’t know what this is. Everything I was expecting has already arrived. So, this isn’t something I ordered.
All I can think is, I have a lot of short stories on the market this year. Several of the markets I submitted to are “pay on publication”, which means they pay you when they publish your story. I think sometimes such markets send the payment along with the issue your story is published in without contacting you first to let you know you’re in.
But I don’t know that for sure and I’m reluctant to pay $1.35 for something to be delivered when I don’t know what it is.
My old boots were broken, so I ordered new boots. They’re Herman Survivors. I don’t know anything about the brand, but I tried them on and they’re comfortable.
Bow season starts tomorrow. I probably won’t be out everyday, but I’ll be out as often as I can. Still need to clean up the shack a bit. I want to get rid of the green lumps on the ceiling that I hope are not in fact wasp nests. The balls of hair on the floor, I think that might be a mouse nest. In any case, it’ll be thrown out.
Going to the hardware store today to get my license and kill tags. I’m going to get a buck tag and a doe tag.
Yeah, the heat wave is over. Today was much cooler, it also rained earlier. I did some yard work. Will try to do a little yard work every day, to keep up with the leaves.
There’s a cold night breeze coming through my window here. It’s nice.