Long, long rewrite request from the fine folks at Strange Horizons for “Planet of the Amazon Women”. Some things I already knew (or should have known), but a lot of stuff I wouldn’t have thought of. And they get what I was trying to do. I knew I sent it to the right shop.

No word yet from F&SF on “Finisterra” after two weeks. Rejectomantic analysis says this is a good sign. Still, if I haven’t heard in another couple of weeks, I’ll drop them a note.

Had another anxiety attack about the first part of the novel and ordered eighty dollars worth of used books on strikebreaking and urban insurrections from Powell’s to compensate. God help me, I might have to start drawing maps.

Got seven days to write a holiday story for the writers’ group. Was hoping to get a kind of Tom Waits meets Joseph Conrad thing going, but at this point I’ll settle for getting it done. Opening line: Charlie Marlow steps off the gangplank of the Ticonderoga onto a pier lit by gaslamps and Chinese lanterns, under a sky the color of coal-dust.