Nudity is Only Skin-Deep

Not sure how this happened, but I'm enrolled in several writing classes/workshops at the same time. Almost all my time is spent reading/writing. Here's what I'm taking:

• The McCormack Writing Center Winter Workshop. I'm workshopping an excerpt from my memoirs tentatively titled Leaving Armageddon. It's about my childhood as a Jehovah's Witness kid.
  
• GrubStreet's Short Story Collection Builder: I've begun work on a new short story collection tentatively called Every Tear From Their Eyes. In it, I imagine what a world would look like if Jehovah's Witness teachings were literally true. It's bonkers.
  
• Alex Davis's Horror-Writing School. Each week, new lectures and workshops by Nina Oram, Charlotte Baker, JS Barnes, Gemma Amor, Daniel Carpenter, and Val Nolan.
  
• The Loft's Gender is Our Playground: An exploration of gender in storytelling.
  
• The Fairytale Sessions: On occasional Sundays, I do generative writing workshops focused on classic fairytales.
  

Good lord.

I think I have six different publications coming out in January. I'll share them as they pop up.

I've had five acceptances for my writing so far this month. Crikey. That's a record for me.

I've had two editors request bespoke stories from me, too. I just finished writing one. I need to figure out what I'll do for the other.

I've also had a request to revise and resubmit my novella The Temperance Ridge Runaways. I'm feeling much closer to getting a book out there in the world.

My hard work is paying off.

Now to plug someone else. I keep coming back to Adam Nevill's wonderful story Hippocampus. It's a horror story with no characters in it at all. I'm obsessed. I want to try my hand at writing a characterless short story, too. This story has the best description I've ever read of a ship in heavy seas.