In three days I’ll be with my love again. I’ll be there seven days. After that I don’t know when I’ll get to see her again.
We’ll find a way.
In the meantime I’m finding myself suddenly thrust elbow deep into corporate politics. And finding myself in charge of things that I keep forgetting I’m in charge of, while those who think they’re in charge of it are keeping tabs on me when it’s no longer their job. Very interesting situation.
The submission hiatus is about to end at Dark Energy SF, which means I’ll be reading the slushpile again soon. I’m not looking forward to it. I’m reading the corporate slushpile all day long, and now I’m going to do it in my spare time as well?
I can’t bring myself to shut it down, though. I’m proud of it. It’s a good publication, and there are some awesome stories up there. One recently got pulled by the author because he sold the rights somewhere else, and they’re making a movie of it. Another is from a writer who is now the editor of a big time SF magazine.
DarkEnergySF.com must go on.