This semester has had a rougher start than usual, for a number of reasons.
One, because I'm teaching two reading-intensive courses. Both great classes, mind you -- Working Class Lit, and Utopian/Dystopian Lit -- but both with heavy reading to be done every day.
Second, because my insomnia is so vicious at the moment. Not sleeping makes everything feel like I'm rowing uphill.
Third, why is Labor Day so late? Why, why, why?
Also, I have a kid in high school. OH MY GOD, what trauma.
Fourth, I have a kid in high school who is taking both PE and Geometry. KILL ME NOW.
On the other hand, the short story I sold recently, "What Happened to Lord Elomar during The Revolution," is coming out soon: it'll be published on September 15, in Sockdolager.
This is one of my favorite short stories -- of all the ones I have written, I mean, this one's one of my favorites. I have such a soft spot for this story.
It's in the same universe as Broken Slate, for those of you who like that novel, though none of Slate's characters are in it.