The muse has been hard at work the last couple days, keeping my lap warm and making sure I can only type with one hand (this, he believes, makes me deliberate more before I type, and thus will save time with revisions.) His fellow furry denizens here at casa Johnson find the whole writing business frankly boring, but the muse takes a keen interest in all my work.
And there has been work. Talassio is done, again. Still can’t quite believe that. I’ve started two short stories, one for a solicitation, one for a submission call. I’ve done a little temp work and job hunting, but I’m going to have to start turning to that in earnest soon. It makes me sad, because these post-holiday weeks have been incredibly productive.
I’ll be at FogCon in a few weeks, and I’m hoping to get to Readercon in July. I had hoped too for World Fantasy, but I hear that’s all sold out now—? I always forget how fast those spots go. But it just wasn’t financially possible in January, so maybe it’s all for the best.
And OMG, I nearly forgot!! K. Tempest Bradford gave me a lovely review over at io9:
http://io9.com/io9-newsstand-best-stories-for-the-week-of-february-1-1684220472
I was touched, and moved, and squeeing—all at once. A nice way to end a good week.