Still hurting, but went in to work anyway. I am the master of my wingstubs, dammit! Yeah, right. At least it’s the weekend.
Got my contrib. copies of the Feb. issue from Cricket for “Razi and the Sunbird.” Hurray! No check, but I expect that’ll show up in the next day or so, mailed separately. The packaging envelope had a return address not in Illinois (where Cricket is based), which leads me to believe they send them straight from the printers. Shiny and colorful!
Received a rewrite request from Flashing Swords. The first part of the rewrite was fairly easy to do. The editor wanted me to tighten one of the middle scenes, but I struggled with his second suggestion. He asked me to clarify my magic system, but the thing is, I thought the story was a little exposition-heavy already. So every time I stuck in a sentence or two of explanatory material, when I re-read it, it felt like my pacing had ground to a racing snail’s, floundering in the depths of swampy exposition. (Hmm, I suspect I over-milked that analogy.) In any case, I persevered. Will do one more pass before sending the new and improved version winging back to him. I’ve run out of fingers to cross and am now hobbling around on cross-toed feet.
Stuck a fork in the SF story and mailed it off. Fly, little story, fly!
Also composed my introductory email to all of the Tangent reviewers I inherited and sent “thank you” notes to most of the Critters who gave me feedback. *whew* I’d feel productive if I didn’t hurt so much.
Saw on the Science channel an amazing new medical technique for paraplegics (still way in the experimental stage), where they’ve wired a person’s brain–currently with fiber optics, but they hope to upgrade to wireless–and he can manipulate a computer purely by the power of his brain. Now wouldn’t that be a productivity aide?
Words: Hacked out 300 from the rewrite requested story. Did a couple final passes on the SF story before sending it out.