So I finally finished taking apart "Shoggoths in Bloom" and putting it back together again in a hopefully superior manner. I'm going to give it a couple of weeks, and then read through it and see where I think I should send it. I wonder if it's SFnal enough for Asimov's.
I 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.
book report # 59: Morton D. Davis, Game Theory, A Nontechnical Introduction
Just what it says on the package, sir.
Really, I guess I should get off my arse and write that column now.