I’m writing this at the close of a weekend spent cleaning, nesting, and writing. Ahhh. Let me say it again: ahhhhhhh.

The writing was mostly correspondence and notes, but now the decks are cleared for the remainder of month. The freeze starts now: no personal travel, no visitors, no exploring the city. It’s just me and the laptop for the next fifteen days. This is a test. If I don’t have work ready to send out at the end of the month, I’ve failed. And if I fail, I have to change something.

Frankly I’m a little sick of change right now, so it’s just easier not to fail.

There. Now that I’ve gone on the record with my intentions, I can share the news that “Just Do It” has been picked for David G. Hartwell and Kathryn Cramer’s Year’s Best SF 12.

Way to bury the lead, huh?

This is, of course, ultra super duper cool, but it’s also a kick in the pants…there’s just something not-quite-right about re-selling the same story twice in a row with nothing new in between. If being in YBSF is a laurel, it’s pointy and poking me in the ass and there will be no resting on it.

Which is not a bad thing.