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Got two rejections yesterday, a six monther from Interfictions and another quick one day from Clarkesworld Magazine. Nick has boggled at the rate of submissions he's received from some people, but I think it's because his rejection letters provide specific detail on what the problem was. Doesn't he know how rare that is, and how bland most rejection letters are? Clearly not.

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I haven't posted about the whole Hugo awards debacle, mainly because I'm somewhat removed from SF Fandom (easily achieved when you only go to a con every few years) and so don't have any direct experience of the people involved, except through their work. But I can say that Harlan Ellison has reduced himself to the level of an object lesson for me to teach Ian. Well done.