mellowI guess I could try F&SF, but I'm pretty confident that I'll never sell them a story. Still, what's postage?
Of course, this wasn't the story I meant to be writing. That was "The Death of Terrestrial Radio." And I still have my column to do before bedtime. But you take it where you can get it, and I'm hoping that this means that the traditional thing where I finish a novel and then, starting a week or so later, those short stories I've been sitting on for ages start to fall out of my head, is happening.
Gosh, it feels good to finish things.
So, 2000 words today. And 134.2 miles to Rivendell. Man, this walking to Mordor thing takes a while when you have a dayjob.
Boy, it's nice out there. If I weren't claiming today as a Day Off, I would walk up to the park.
