The stuff for Curiosity Quills is out the door, at least, as much as I can.
The synopsis for Sold Soul is also out the door. Nineteen out of twenty extant stories are in editors' inboxes rather than languishing on my hard drive; the twentieth is waiting for some pro market to reject me so I can send this one to them.
So, now, I should figure out how to fix the damn Cyborg Werewolf story. The first half of it is useable; however, I need to re-write the second half from the ground up, because it sucks. Sheesh, Steve, make a decision. Just one
In other news, I desperately want chips. Fritos, to be specific. Augh.