Still not done with that damned novel crit. I figured that would be the case, but held out hopes of making a miraculous weekend push–which were derailed by a family medical emergency. (It’s OK now, thanks. And it’s really not much of an excuse. I should have managed my time better.)
So: Am now in panic mode. Laser focus. No time to chat. Got work to do.
Write Club updates:
Tier one reject from Shock Totem. Response time, about a month and a half.
And Dragon*Con rejected my guest application. No great surprise there, really. It’s a tough gig to get. Some friends with much more impressive credentials than I got turned down this year. Nonetheless, I am shamed.
Right. That’s done. See ya on the flip side.
