Ow, we want the funk….give up the funk…ow, we need the funk….

Although that song reminds me of that cute MasterCard commerical with the kids dancing,  it’s also what I call my state of writing sometimes when I have too many ideas going on at once and it’s hard to concentrate on just one. Here’s what’s going on…

• I’m obsessed on checking email for replies from all the queries I sent out.
• I recently submitted some of my poetry to The New Yorker and The Missouri Review…more waiting.
• I have five more queries to send out which need a synopsis.
• I need to work on my synopsis.
• I’m still working through another edit of For The Most Part.
• I’m rereading the progress I’ve made so far on The Maker and making corrections before I start on it again.  It’s been a year since I touched it.
• I’m working on a short story for an anthology with a due date of March 15th for submission.
• I’d like to start on the mailed queries so I need to find time to start printing out some sample chapters.
• Oh, did I mention I started reading Armistead Maupin’s Tales of the City?  I never read them before and always wanted to.
• Don’t forget blogging.

So, there you have it.  If that’s not what Writer’s Funk is, then I don’t know what is!