Third rewrite of Working Title Number Two is in the bag. Working Title Number One hasn't been touched in many days but let's not talk about that one right now. WT Number Two began as a draggingly slow gardener's tale of woe and turned into a not as slow short story of random nature versus predictable lifelessness on the moon. As usual, I've tried to create multiple layers and meanings to the piece and as long as I don't confuse myself and my critique group too badly in the process, someday it might be considered worthy of submission.

How's that for being both obscure and annoying?

Someone told me not so long ago that a writer, particularly an unpublished short story writer should never divulge what he/she was working on in the off chance an editor just happened to be surfing the 'nets and have the finished MS on their desk. Something about not wanting to know the plot in advance. Not sure I understand the advice exactly, or if it was a case of someone talking out their other end or not but I'll play along until I hear otherwise.

In the meantime, I've got a bright rainbow out my back window and the smell of something hot wafting through the house. I should probably go track that down.