Meanwhile, I got mugged by a short story involving time travel, genderbot software, and Renaissance playwrights (and all the ideas I didn't get to use in Stratford Man) which stalled at three pages. It's going to be an odd frelling story. But I know how it ends.
And "One-Eyed Jack and the Suicide King" and "One-Eyed Jack and the Steel-Driving Men" have decided that they are in fact the first two chapters of a novel, One-Eyed Jack. I even have a third chapter title: "One-Eyed Jack and the Fallen Angel."
And I'm moody and restless and want to work and it's not happening. I know what happens next in SM and I don't have the wherewithal to write it. Feh.
Maybe I'll poke this short story some more.