Forgot to mention: a rejection yesterday from Paradox for “The Sultan’s Sons”. Not enough integral historic/mythological content. Fair enough, I suppose. I’m not sure where to send this one next, but I’ll poke around through the various gls I have and find a few options.

Today I finished copy editing (two days of indexing ahead of me, and another journal already waiting—no rest for the wicked, and I am very, very wicked). Took the Combat Booklet to the copy shop and picked up the Amenities Booklet, the cover of which is a new paper colour, Pumpkin. (I kept waffling about the CB cover. I want blue for the Gate Booklet, as Caid’s colours are blue and white. All of the things I liked for the CB colour, that weren’t too dark and went well with the other two covers w/o being too similar, were too pastel for a bunch of fighters. I went with red. Boring, but no fighter will want to whack me with his sword.) Mailed BH to Silhouette. Bought hair clips and conditioner. Exercised. Talked to Tani, ostensibly about heading out to the Styx concerts this weekend, but we never got around to that. Instead we had a bitchfest about homophobes and hyperChristians. (Note: I have some very, very close friends who are Christian. They’re cool. They don’t try to convert me, or tell me I’m going to Hell when Jesus comes back, or anything like that. These are _not_ the people with whom I have issues.) Then I talked to Ken. Now it’s late, and I’m looking at doing some copy editing and maybe watching a little TV and doing some needlework.

TV watched. Needlework done. Brain woozy. No writing today. Things will pick up tomorrow, I imagine; copy editing tends to shut things down, but indexing is mindless. I have several anthos to think about/work on, short stories languishing, and then there’s that silly novel…