I'm much less interesting than either of those grand old men. However, this is my blog and I feel like I should mention that in an extraordinary burst of conscientiousness, I wrote 509 words on "The Red in the Sky is Our Blood," finished "Overkill," and did one final grovel-through on Refining Fire.
Funny thing. I think they're all pretty good stories. Even if I'm not quite sure yet what TRitSiOB is about. But at least I have a protagonist. Obviously it needs more setting. (When in doubt, add setting.)
Also, 12 hours after I took those multivitamins, my sensation of impending doom went away.
Good night, all.