I'm stunned.
Got a rejection -- this is not the stunning part -- from Writers of the Future the other day that was
not a quarterfinalist reject (that was it, the stunnery, right there.) And no, before you guess it was better than my usual, like say a semi or something, alas, it was actually worse, a non-placing story. The first one I've had in several years, in fact. Depressing about covers it. But then I sent out a new one for the quarter that ends today, uh, today, so, you know, f**k 'em.
Books . . . I'm just about done reading
Undead and Uneasy, by Mary Janice Davidson. It's number six in the Vampire Queen Betsy series, which is funny and light and wicked in places. I mean,
Betsy?? I think I missed one or two of the series long the way--I'm borrowing them from the library--but each can be read as a stand alone. And I'm not a shoe shopper or, in general, a fan of chicklit, but this series tickles my funny bone.
In other book news,
wheatland_press is
having a book sale, which is way cool, 'cause they put out a good product, and you know,
free books! Check it out.