It’s late, I’m tired, and I don’t feel like writing.

And I’m not sure what I would write.  I just banged out a short story and edited it in less that a week.  I do, by the way, kind of get the point of waiting to let things sit before you call them finished.  I keep seeing things in my copy that look a little rough, but since it’s been published, I don’t want to do small tweaks.  It’s kind of given me an idea for another story, but I’m not sure it’s one I need to write, even if it evokes the New York I grew up in.

I ordered a couple of copies of my POD paperbacks and they look fabulous.  Standard small press trade paperbacks, not those nasty looking vanity press things from back in the day.  I am so happy, even if I have to defend them from friends and relatives who would like to borrow them.