Words of the Barely-Published

I'm stuck on Zytomancy right now because of the rewrite of Iron Debt's outline - I should just decouple it and swap the protagonist to be somebody else, it doesn't have to be the character from Debt, but that's what I wrote at first. The more perplexing problem is "What does he do with his answer?" I haven't answered that yet, so the story is still in the pile.

But I got about 1000 words written today (about 400 of which are outliny description bits) for a story tentatively titled The Things In Lybob Forest, so I am not at all displeased. That one will potentially go to my writer's group if we meet this month, because I'm probably due up.

Wizards Don't Go Home Again is finally done. (This is the story that was previously titled What Would Have Happened.)

Finally. 4800 words and four months after I started fighting with it. It may need definitely needs some cleanup - which I'm sure BRAWL will be happy to tell me about - but it's done. Which I'm just as happy about, because I feel like it's important to have at least one piece set in the House of the Mad Russian running amok at once.

Though I am kind of hoping that the next piece I write is a bit less depressing than this one. I think the stress from $payingJob may have snuck into this one and tainted the protagonist a bit, though not nearly as badly as it did with Sufficiently Advanced Printing, which is probably never going to sell precisely because it really is just too much about normal work.

Unless I become sufficiently rich and famous that everything I've ever written that I'm willing to let see the light of day is in demand, and then some. (There are some things that should never be seen, though. *shudder*)