Barring disaster, I'm going to put the final touches on the space vampire story
tonight (I'm really beginning to hate that shorthand title), and drop
it in the mail tomorrow. It's extremely important to me that I meet
this semi-arbitrary deadline. Why? The Asimov's response
to my first story is due Friday, and when the bad news arrives, I need
to have another faint hope of publication already in transit. Until I
publish, this will be my life—a desperate need to submit something
every five weeks, if only to keep hope alive.
Oh, and my 10-year high school reunion just got scheduled for Oct. 30,
so now I've got the added pressure of trying to make something of
myself in three months in order to impress people I was never really
that fond of in the first place. Hooray for motivation.