I mailed the space vampire story today. I actually don’t feel like

throwing up this time. I’ve edited it almost every day (it got to be

compulsive) this week, and every go round actually led to improvements.

That’s a feeling I haven’t had in a long time. Still, I had to let it

go. As someone once said, a work of writing is never finished, merely

abandoned. In any case, today marks the start of another waiting game

from Asimov’s,

even before the last one has ended. I feel a little better about this

one. Maybe this is what they mean by confidence. Weird.