Today, you may remember (if I mentioned it, did I?) was The Day. D-Day. The day I sent Semantics to the Magazine of Fantasy and Science Fiction. I only needed a little help to get it done.
Yeah, right. I put it off all day long. My friend Phoenix in Illinois came home from work and reported she’d sent off her story. I hadn’t even printed mine out yet. So I did. Printed the cover letter, too. And sat here. Bly asked when the post office closed, I told her I had less than an hour. And yet I was still here. Finally she turned around and asked me if I really wanted Phoenix coming down here to kick me. (the deal was, we were to send them off on the same day.)
Fine. Pout. I got my purse and my kid and went out the door. Came back and grabbed my manuscript. Setting the keys down as I did. Came back and got my keys. Bly snatched up Hope’s bright orange suction cup-dart gun and threatened me.
Pout.
But I did send it! Now to wait eight weeks and try not to think about it, yet remember to nag in two months’ time if I haven’t heard anything, since we are planning on changing addresses and phone numbers…
Oh. Word count is…lemme check. 27,293. So 1,280 words. Yay!