My story "Cât de departe poţi ajunge" ("Far As You Can Go") is in the January issue of the Romanian sf-magazine Sci-Fi Magazin. And what a table of contents! I'm between Kelly Link and Anne McCaffrey. Not in terms of stature or success, obviously, but possibly in terms of approach, it might be appropriate placement.
***
Frustrating kung fu class yesterday. Started off with insufficient blood sugar, and I felt my energy draining and had to take a break 15 minutes in to down a Go-Tart. Made it through another 20 minutes of stance practice, and then felt slow and dumb during punch/block drills. My training partner's punches kept going right through my blocks, which has never happened to me before. I mean, I've let myself get hit any number of times by standing there stupidly instead of blocking, and I've gotten hit by being late with my blocks, but I've never before made solid contact with a block and had the punch still drive through it. Ah, well. Better class tonight, hopefully.
***
I will pay $5 to anyone who successfully revises my last chapter. (Payment upon publication.)


***
Frustrating kung fu class yesterday. Started off with insufficient blood sugar, and I felt my energy draining and had to take a break 15 minutes in to down a Go-Tart. Made it through another 20 minutes of stance practice, and then felt slow and dumb during punch/block drills. My training partner's punches kept going right through my blocks, which has never happened to me before. I mean, I've let myself get hit any number of times by standing there stupidly instead of blocking, and I've gotten hit by being late with my blocks, but I've never before made solid contact with a block and had the punch still drive through it. Ah, well. Better class tonight, hopefully.
***
I will pay $5 to anyone who successfully revises my last chapter. (Payment upon publication.)


Comments
Congrats on the Romanian sale BTW, hope you get to feeling better soon and back to your old fighting form.
"What happens next? To all of us?" she asked.
Harmed gazed out at the rolling expanse of sea. Icy chunks still bobbed there, but the sun had started the long, steady thaw. Apocalypse averted.
Above the sea, two ravens flapped their wings and whirled toward the sky.
Harmed replied, "We'll find out in book 2."
Jeez, man--I thought you were kidding about moving the scale. Did it seriously miscalulate your weight that badly?
Congrats on the Romanian!
i hope to be placed between David Brin and a Wet Corned Beef Sandwich someday but that's just wishful thinking perhaps