So, the Netflix/treadmill thing might actually work.

I walked for a half hour while watching the beginning of the pilot for Supergirl.  Actual exercise was had and it’s obviously better for me than obsessively doing the social media click cycle looking for responses, likes, shares, and — God forbid — people signing up for my Patreon. Oh, and processing rejection slips: I’m finally starting to get some of those.  I was starting to worry that I was sending this stuff out and they were hitting the equivalent of a brick wall, or something like that*.

So, productive day, in its way.

Moe Lane

*Sure, I’d rather cash checks. But one of the submissions got bounced because the magazine was going out of business, which isn’t the story’s fault, at least. Which is a morbid way of looking at it, to be sure, but then: ‘morbid’ describes the publishing industry right down to a T.