Progress Report, in which things just keep happening

Oops.  Kinda missed last week’s update.  I kept meaning to do it, and then something else came up, and then something else, and then . . .

Then it was Monday again.

Well.  These things happen.  A lot, lately.

Anyway, you know what else happened?  ConStellation 6, in sunny Lincoln, Nebraska.  Except that it wasn’t so sunny, most of the time.  We managed to enjoy ourselves, anyway.  I had fun doing a Star Wars panel, in which there was lively discussion about the new films.  There was a room party in which I helped dispense some blue concoction I nicknamed Romulan Ale, although said moniker somehow failed to catch on with attendees.  I even sold and signed a copy of Alembical 3, the profits from which I spent the next day in the dealer’s room.

Good times, good times.  But boy, I would sure love for the Vastly Overrated Real World to settle down enough for me to get some writing in.  Maybe someday . . .

Write Club update:

Tier one bounces from Giganotosaurus and F & SF.  Response times, 32 and 12 days, respectively.

Onward.

Current Music: "Malignant Narcissism/De Slagwerker"--Rush