And it’s Monday already. Where did the time go?
More important, what did I accomplish last week?
I know I spent a lot of time working on many writing-related program activities, but I’m just not sure how I managed to fill up a whole week with them.
Let’s see . . . there was a flurry of emails at the beginning of the week, as I tried to walk a tightrope through a particularly tricky marketing situation, one I had heretofore not encountered. (I don’t want to go into details here. Suffice to say that mishandled, it could have turned into an ugly situation. It’s resolved now, with a positive outcome, so that’s good.)
And then I rustled up some readers for Petra, and got the manuscript out to them. Y’all know who you are. Thanks again, gang!
And then I spent a day or two on the Sekrit Projekt–which has by now been built up way too much, and is bound to disappoint when revealed. C’est la vie.
And by then, it was Sunday, and I printed out a hard copy of Petra, and finally turned my mind toward rewriting “Right Before Your Very Eyes.”
And here it is Monday again. When did that happen?
Write Club updates:
A personalized rejection from Interzone‘s Mundane SF issue for “Fuel.” Response time, about five months.
Not a problem, though, since, as I mentioned earlier, Cosmos picked it up.
A reminder: “Hitting the Skids in Pixeltown” and “Alan Smithee Lives in Hell” are available on AnthologyBuilder. If there are other works of mine you’d like to see there, drop me a line in comments.
Outta here . . .
