Week of October 31-November 6

One rejection. That's it.

Work on edits. Scattered work on ZH and short stories. I'm buckling down on the rock sprite story this afternoon. The burning question of the moment is, what's edible and the opposite of a pomegranate?

Hunting Utopia

We get a catalog of Really Expensive Houses (some of which are simply labeled "very upper bracket" instead of given a price). We get phone calls from these people, too. They seem convinced that because we have spent a chunk of change on a house, we should obviously want to spend a larger chunk of change on a different house any minute now. Yes, because book-moving is so much fun.

These catalogs fascinate me, though. Sometimes when I look through them, I make careful note of the priorities of people who aren't us. Three bedrooms in 6000 square feet, you say? How very...not us. This time it was the Pure Snark issue.

( Real Estate Ad Silliness )

I did not finish the rock sprite story, but I worked on it and on "Even Without Deceit" (and on Thermionic Night, but that was before my last post and so doesn't count. I think "Even Without Deceit" is rolling along to its conclusion. I have a scene left and a tiny bit of connecting tissue. Then I'll give it a shakedown and see what falls out of its pockets. Etc.