I published Sticking the Landing on December 27th, but soon after that I noticed a well-known gay fiction publisher was accepting submissions for an anthology due on February 1st. I decided to go for it.

Well, trying to churn out material from scratch was goddamn hard work. I started three prompts and dropped two. My work schedule went insane because my boss is incompetent and my focus went on the window. Right before the deadline, I emailed the publisher and asked for an extension. She gave me 48 hours. The day of that deadline, I realized my story needed 40% more content to be coherent. I sent her an e-mail, resigning from the applicant pool. To my surprise, she gave me five more days. I went for it.

I submitted it 25 minutes late, at 12:25 am on a Sunday when it was due on Saturday. I have no idea if she’s gonna accept it or not, or if she even likes it. I didn’t have time to do a full beta read and I rushed the sex scenes, so it probably needs a shit ton of editing I didn’t have time to do. What matters now is that it’s over. It’s finally over.

Since January 5th. I’ve written over 30,000 words. This is what I’ve been off doing, and now it’s over. Now, I can focus on getting a non-shitty job and also writing more chapters for Lucien and Milou and Brazos. I also have to get some dental work done, clean my apartment, oh and make dinner… haven’t eaten much today.

Thank you all for your patience. I feel a lot like Buzz in this gifset, especially his face in the last panel.

Oh, and I wrote all of this out but my browser crashed when I went looking for a gif and had to rewrite it. FML.