The beginning of the month was hot for me, writing-wise. I wrote a lot and subbed more stories for consideration than I've probably subbed ever. (My stats on this are limited, but I think prior to this point there were only about three shorts I'd ever sent out. Shame on me.)
Now, at the end of the month, things are winding down. Duotrope says I have six pieces under consideration (two are Twit Fic), four pieces that were rejected, and two Twit Fics that were accepted. That's not too bad, considering. (Though I would really like to be able to sell something longer than 140 characters. Maybe even get paid.)
My own stats say that I also have four short stories in progress. (This means either I've begun a draft or the story is waiting on edits before it hits the world outside my laptop.) One of those (The Collection's Agent) has a deadline to meet tomorrow. The others just need me to get my butt in gear and get them written and polished.
The point of all this is: I've not worked this hard in a while. Sure, I've had intense months whilst working on the novels, but they didn't have the same kind of energy demands. (For me anyway. A novel doesn't require the same kind of mental switching that a series of short stories does.)
I view all this as a good thing. My typing speed is back up. My editing machete is getting sharper. And I'm slowly gaining some of the discipline I tend to lack when it comes to getting things finished. Oh, yeah. And my skin is getting thicker.
Of course, April 1st marks the beginning of Script Frenzy so we'll see how I manage writing short stories and cranking out a one hundred page screenplay. Whatever happens I'm sure of one thing.
I will be writing.