The Test got rejected, but with a hopeful caveat: the editor is open to revisions, and we've had a bit of back and forth about that, so I may yet be able to get this thing into some sort of semi-worthy shape. It's one of those stories that I've hacked at so many times I've lost all perspective on it. I sent it off anyway, which was a mistake...I knew it wasn't right, but I think I submitted it just to get the damn thing out of my sight for awhile. That's not a good way to do things. If I needed symbolism I could've printed it out and stuck it in a drawer.
But: Dash is a decent fellow with good ideas who rightly pointed out that he's got the perspective on the story that I lack, so I'm happy to work with him a bit on wrestling this thing into proper submission.
In other news, I seem to have achieved an optimum balance of supplements and exercise that has turned me into back into the fabulous and giddy person I was at some prior point in my life. The nifty thing about the supplements is that none of them are the kind of herbal remedies which contain analogues of ephedrine or some other stimulant; it's mostly a combination of vitamins, essential fatty acids, and amino acids, plus Ashwaghanda and the low-key yet wonderful reishi mushroom tea. I'm commuting on my trike, providing about 12.5 miles a day of pedaling. Now I spend most of the day feeling really, really good...just shy of high, in fact.
Which is excellent, because the protagonist of my novel is high most of the time, and when I last left him he was about to enter a nightclub that used to be St. Patrick's cathedral before it was deconsecrated. Can't really write that scene if I don't feel like dancing.
But: Dash is a decent fellow with good ideas who rightly pointed out that he's got the perspective on the story that I lack, so I'm happy to work with him a bit on wrestling this thing into proper submission.
In other news, I seem to have achieved an optimum balance of supplements and exercise that has turned me into back into the fabulous and giddy person I was at some prior point in my life. The nifty thing about the supplements is that none of them are the kind of herbal remedies which contain analogues of ephedrine or some other stimulant; it's mostly a combination of vitamins, essential fatty acids, and amino acids, plus Ashwaghanda and the low-key yet wonderful reishi mushroom tea. I'm commuting on my trike, providing about 12.5 miles a day of pedaling. Now I spend most of the day feeling really, really good...just shy of high, in fact.
Which is excellent, because the protagonist of my novel is high most of the time, and when I last left him he was about to enter a nightclub that used to be St. Patrick's cathedral before it was deconsecrated. Can't really write that scene if I don't feel like dancing.
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