I think my recent med change is causing me to be less resilient than I was last year. Not much I can do about it but keep on chugging along.
The fierce cold didn't help. Friday was cold in the way I hoped never to be cold again—that whole moving to the South from the frigid Midwest and all. Painfully cold with a bitter windchill that steals the breath and numbs the face and fingers in under a minute. But it's warmed up a bit, thankfully. All hail the amazing Georgia sun.
Eagerly awaiting my contrib. copy of Interzone #220 which is winging its way to me across the pond. I saw a review of the issue from the blogosphere which made me happy. Regarding "Sinner, Baker, Fabulist, Priest; Red Mask, Black Mask, Gentleman, Beast":
"The dream-like world that Foster paints is so beguilingly strange that this tale might have worked just as well even without the explanatory backstory, but regardless this is gloriously strange stuff, and a pleasantly untypical science fiction story."
—Lawrence Conquest, The Barking Dog
"Beguilingly strange"! Sweet!
• 90-day SALE of "Beautiful Winter" to OSC's InterGalactic Medicine Show. This is the story that was orphaned when Prime Books' Russian Winters anthology got nixed, so I'm extra doubly pleased that the story was able to find such a wonderful new home.