Had some very vivid and unpleasant dreams of which I can only remember flashes. I seem to recall carting a baby piglet around in my arms and being very concerned that people would think he was a wild pig and wanting to take him away. And then getting caught in a dimensional rift and ending up in a universe where all these tiny Japanese schoolgirls didn't want to share their high-tech Sony gadgets with me. Peculiar.
Woke up at 3:30 in the morning feeling like I'd just been shaken awake. Of course, I hadn't, so I checked my email. Fired off a couple correspondences. I'm actually a little concerned that I might not have been coherent in those emails.
After my brief bout of wakefulness, I was overwhelmed by sleepies again, so picked up Hobkin and fell back asleep until my alarm went off (interesting that my alarm doesn't seem to wake the little fuzzwit).
This morning was spent guzzling coffee in the hopes of shooing some of the cobwebs out of the noggin. Limited success on that front.
And ow. My wing stubs really hurt.
Heard from the Writers of the Future contest people. "Gifts Not Asked For" was a semi-finalist, a.k.a. Honorable Mention. That's my second semi-finalist story with them, so now I've got a matched set to go with my quarter-finalist kudos. I just can't seem to get any further with these people, and as soon as Cricket publishes the stories they've got of mine, I'm knocked out of eligibility. I think I should just resign myself to the fact that I'm never going to make it to the money rounds.
Received an email from the Blasphemy anthology editors/publishers. Progress is once more being made on getting the thing in print and out to distributors. Finally. They said it's going to the printers in the next few weeks, so it should definitely be out in time for Dragon*Con.
Did a couple critiques on Critters. That's sort of like being productive . . .