Dog Days Of Summer
Boy, it's quiet. Damn quiet. No mail until yesterday, when I got a personal rejection letter (clocked at 34 days) from the Book of More Flesh. Otherwise, there's been nothing in the mail. Editors everywhere are likely at the beach.
But life does go on. Went to my cousin's wedding last weekend, a whirlwind trip down to Brunswick that lasted 30 hours (collective trip time, not the wedding). Also finished step one on an Arts & Crafts project for the Clinically Insane - nothing that'll help my writing career, just an arty kind of thing to do for my own personal amusement. Tell you more about it when I've got something to show. Otherwise, I'll just let you wonder.
Also, I'd like to give a big shout out to Emily of Fool on the Hill, for linking to (and possibly posting on a couple of Yahoo! discussion groups) my last bit of personal amusement, Tales of the Plush Cthulhu. Thanks, Em. The counter on that is now roughly a hundred times higher than I ever expected it to go. What up with that?