Grrr..... Blogger just lost my entire post when I hit the publish button. And it wipes it, of course.

So once again, this time with feeling and a copy on the clipboard.

The newly-titled "The Shepherds of M15" is ready to go. It clocked in (according to Word) at 15,877 words. Sometime this week I will take it up to Mom's office and get it printed out, and then it's 8 stamps to/from Hoboken NJ.

I got a paper copy of Analog yesterday while I was out wandering around. These people need me. I can do this.

In other perambulations, yesterday I also found a discussion board attached to FSM (the Magazine of Fantasy and Science Fiction) that seems to have a fair preponderance of writers. It's free, I'm there.

I've been printing out the idea files from my Projects file, contemplating which to do next. I want to do at least one more story before school starts. I have a sort of day-in-the-life type idea for the year 2020 which I can probably do as a short short (max. 7,000 words). I'd like to have two stories in circulation to the mags before school starts. FSM and Analog both report within 2 months.

I need peers in my craft. I find myself really wishing more these days for compatriots rather than an SO, and when I contemplate finding an SO more and more I find myself thinking in terms of females. Probably I should be freaking about this, but I'm not. I'm freaking more because I'm not freaking. In fact I would recommend turning bisexual or lesbian after the age of thirty because one has the perspective and distance to keep a clear head about what's going on. When this happens when you're a kid how can you tell what's you and what's the hormones going off after anything that moves? When you're a grup you can keep a handle on it and not make a fool of yourself.

And now, I must contemplate the daily decontamination and inflight refuelling procedures, so if you will excuse me...