A sale! It's a collaborative hypertextual flash fiction thingamahoober called "23 Small Disasters" done with Christopher Barzak, Elad Haber, Meghan McCarron, Tim Pratt, Benjamin Rosenbaum (who conceived and organized the whole thing in addition to writing the parts he wrote), and Kiini Ibura Salaam. We sold it to Ideomancer, where it will take over an entire month's issue. Neat!

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We had dark, rainy weather today. Aaaaaah, so lovely, and I holed up at the coffee joint and managed a couple thousand or so words on the novel and never wanted to leave. I've been awaiting another batch of work from the contract job, but it's been slow in coming, which isn't exactly good, but it has been nice having the extra time to write. Not sure how much longer I can keep this up, though. They've told me to expect work to start picking up Real Soon Now, but I'll believe it when I see it. Maybe someday I'll be able to combine writing and making money in such a way that they're less mutually exclusive concepts!

In today's cup/page ratio pic, you can see the vault behind my table. It's an actual bank vault, because the coffee joint used to be an actual bank. When it was the Gold Bar (favorite hangout of John Gotti's underboss, Salvatore "Sammy The Bull" Gravano, incidentally), they had a lounge in there with sofas and board games and the like. Now it's a quiet room with study carols. I like to be outside the vault where I can look out the windows that interfere with my shot. Maybe I should break out my camera's user manual.