No writing today. Yay!
My contribs copies of Harpur Palate came today. It's lovely.
I also washed dogs, and I'm reading Altered Carbon. For which I'm not quite the TA, I think, but as a debut novel, so far it's not bad at all. I admit to starting to feel somewhat in a hurry for the plot to start coming together; however, there are some lovely eyekicks.
I finished Richard Curtis' How to be your own Literary Agent, which is a pretty good deconstruction of how book contracts and the submission process work: very informative.
Oh, and I sent "Train" out on its maiden voyage. Fwoosh. Write if you get work.