Some things perpetually move slow, like editing.
In the far reaches of the back of my mind I am slogging out the background of the fantasy story I've got brewing. I just know it has to be there, even if it's sketchy, for me to move forward with the story.
So the fantasy feels like slogging through mud.
Other troubles include a teething, snotty, whiny toddler and a high strung six year old.
So this horse didn't break out of the starting gate running. That's ok because as long as I'm moving I'm headed in the right direction.
On a positive note I sent out ten more query letters!
Keep on keeping on!