I often feel like I’m in an unresolved quantum state of love/hate toward my own writing. It fluctuates so quickly sometimes that I can’t even read it. Nothing cures that like a rejection. Rejections magnify all faults and mute all positives. Now, maybe I can actually look at this story long enough to work on it. It’s been a while since I’ve been in the submission game, got to get used to this distressing waiting and constant disappointment again!


Asimov’s has rejected me, after almost 90 days of waiting. Usually they reject me in about 5 weeks so I was getting my hopes up :/

They must have just been busy.

Ah well, it’s been sent off to Strange Horizons next!

Also I’ve been writing a fantasy thing, which I haven’t done in a while and it’s pretty fun. About 7k words so far and I’m not bored with it yet, so I’m pretending it’s a novel for now.

I’ve got lots of other stories floating around out there, so hopefully I’ll have good news to post here eventually 🙂