Publication / Novel
     Apparently the new issue of Space & Time Magazine is shipping, wherein lies my story "182's Offspring." Since taking a hiatus from marketing any of my work, this is the first thing I've had appear in print in a very long time, perhaps over a year, so it caught me by surprise to hear it was shipping. I've gotten into a habit of only checking my mail once or twice a week but I'll definitely swing by on my way to work to see if my copy's arrived. I hope they didn't bend the hell out of it fitting it into my box.

     In what I feel is more important news, I went straight from work yesterday to First Street to return to work on the novel since it's been going so smoothly as of late and I wanted to continue cashing in while it was there to be had. Time flew by, words flew by, and before I knew it I'd been there for nearly two hours and I'd managed to work my way up through the first 20,000 words of the manuscript. (I've been reading and revising and tightening from word one on up through because there's a pivot point right at the 20k mark, and I've been continually changing just what happens after that point, and I felt the need to establish one concrete story line leading up to that point in hopes that when I again reached it, working ever forward toward it, I could blast through and keep moving ahead without all this indecision and confusion and bafflement and self-argument. We'll find out soon whether or not it worked.) I work a long shift today and won't be going out to continue work on the manuscript when I get off at 9:15 tonight, and I'm going out of town on Thursday to attend to something that should erase one of the regrets I've had from life, but I'm leaving early in hopes of finding somewhere to write there before the plans that evening. For the first time, I think, I'm feeling happy about this manuscript and where it stands (and how it reads) instead of feeling only like its emotional slave.