Congratulations to David Moles and Elizabeth Bear for winning the Sturgeon award! (This is the first time two winners have been named, and yes, the stories are indeed that awesome -- they're both Hugo finalists too, though in different categories.) Heather and I were just talking yesterday about how our friends and acquaintances are gradually becoming some of the most celebrated and significant writers in the field. We're lucky to know such talented people.

I had a pretty productive morning. Got my freelancing done, and did a few pages on a collaboration, and finished a crappy draft of my simulation story. It may be so bad it can't be salvaged, but I printed it out to read, so we'll see. At any rate, I was feeling stuck on the story and by extension stuck in general, and now I can move on to a new story, which is good.

I'm in one of those moods where I can't find anything I want to read, or re-read. I have promising books heaped here and there, from the weighty to the lightweight, but I can't get past the first couple of pages in any of them, which tells me the problem is not in the books but in myself. I have been reading some short fiction, so maybe I'll stick with that for a while. The new Lady Churchill's Rosebud Wristlet has great stuff in it, especially Charlie Anders's "Love Might Be Too Strong a Word" and Kristine Dikeman's "Dearest Cecily." And I just got a new issue of Black Static, always a treat.

This afternoon I'll probably load up the baby and take him for a walk, do a little shopping and go to the bank and such. With luck, he'll nap, and give me time to get some editing done. And if not, hey, it's fun to hang out with my kid. He goes into the hospital on Friday, maybe for surgery, maybe not (though we suspect yes), but either way he'll be a bit out of it for a day or two from the anesthesia. We'll enjoy perky happy bouncy baby while we can!