I also managed to wrench my back. Probably "wrench" is the wrong word. It's more like I put too much strain on it over a prolonged period of time and now it refuses to bend without sending jagged pain through me. I need a new human suit; this one doesn't work right anymore.
Emailed a query to Here & Now since I still haven't received either my contrib. copies of issue 7 or payment.
Spent most of the morning doing Tangent work, publishing reviews and answering correspondences. I think I'm mostly caught up on that front now. Although there's still the strange email submission I received that appears to be (and I'm being charitable here) some sort of disjointed, narrative-free flash fiction or perhaps a rambling stream-of-consciousness note from someone suffering from dementia. Huh. Informing someone with an obviously poorly considered marketing strategy that Tangent is not a fiction publication is rather low on the list of items that need my attention.
Next up, The Town Drunk work. Once more into the breach! *limp*
- 1-day "exceptionally well written story that, unfortunately, is not for us" from Baen's Universe with a "We definitely would like to hear from you again." You betcha they're going to be hearing from me again!
- 56-day SALE of "Fade to Black" to Greek-language 'zine Ennea. Amusingly, this story hasn't been published in English yet, so its first publication will be in a language I can't read.