Surprising me, Hobkin didn't stomp once at terracinque even though he'd never met him before. Our fuzzbrain is getting very laid back. It's a good thing.
Finished the rewrite on the SF piece and sent the new version up to Critters to replace the original draft. Should be going up this week.
I read through my story in In the Outposts of Beyond. While I love the anthology, I'm a little disappointed with the editing. When I initially got my acceptance, the editor and I discussed a couple fixes to the text that I'd missed in my submission--just little typos--one that he'd identified and one that I'd caught upon re-reading. It was just a misspelling and a teeny punctuation fix, but they're still there in the published version. I know I'm just being persnickety, but it bugs me. I was a little trepidatious about not getting galleys to proof, but since we'd discussed fixes, I assumed it would be taken care of. It looks like he took the file exactly as I submitted it and inserted it into the book.
Considering the length of time this project took, I really would have liked to have seen galleys.
I thought I'd gotten a handle on my meds and my emotional equilibrium, but I feel . . . glum this morning. And my insomnia has returned. My eyes burn and I'm exhausted, but I can't fall back asleep.
Currently reading book 3 of Tanith Lee's Secret Books of Venus series. Maybe I'll bury my nose in escapist fantasy for a bit.