Well, no, actually, not compared to most of my virtual neighbors.

But — maybe it's the weather; we've finally got some sun, even if it's still damn cold by this California boy's standards — this weekend was more productive than most of them have been, lately.

Got "Long Past Midnight" in the mail to Mr. Rowe yesterday, just in time for the deadline. Felt a little silly spending $4 on Priority Mail for a market that only pays $10 — my first thought was the totally nonsensical "gosh, at $4 a submission they must be making a lot of money", before I remembered it was the Post Office making the money — but not very silly since the money is obviously not the point.

Also got a fair bit of revising done on "The Third Party", which started out as a mere prologue to the as-yet-untitled STL sociopolitical space opera, but it's taken on a life of its own that will probably bring it up to Part One status eventually. Trying to make it work as a novelette; at one point had the word count as low as 10,600 but it's now creeping back up toward 12,000. I think if I can get it out there collecting rejection slips I'll feel liberated to move on to the next part of the novel, or at least to telling that part from some different points of view.

Oh, and I sent a postcard to Liz Holliday with a query about "Find Relics Fast!" (prequel to "The Third Party"), which she's supposedly had since early last November. Gave her two different email addresses she can answer at, so if I don't hear back it's not the fault of my faulty anti-spam protections.

So I'm feeling a little more like a writer and a little less like a would-be writer this week.