It’s what it means. You give yourself over to someone, or something, else. Some other entity controls, at least for a time, some aspect of you.

So — I sent in something, finally. And now the waiting. While I wait, I’ll be designing a cover for a flash fiction collection to be put out on Lulu. After that, more work on the novels, and the short stuff, for more immediate gratification, publication-wise.

I should set some kind of a goal for myself, submission wise, perhaps.

Right now, I should get back to cleaning.

Hello, intarwebs. I’m back, for the flippityjillionth time. Let’s see if it sticks.

About Catastrophe Jones

Wretched word-goblin with enough interests that they're not particularly awesome at any of them. Terrible self-esteem and yet prone to hilarious bouts of hubris. Full of the worst flavors of self-awareness. Owns far too many craft supplies. Will sing to you at the slightest provocation.
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