I feel weird that my first post is self-congratulatory and promoting, but here it goes. I found out Friday that my short story, "Calamari and the Smell of Wet Sweat", sold to Wicked Karnival. Nice sale; I'd been waiting about three months to find out if I'd made the final cut. Wasn't very confident about it, as it's a strange little thing written in present tense-- something I never do.

This was the last story I finished, and that was back in January. I've started other stories (and a book), but they've all fizzled out, either from lack of desire or lack of direction. After this long a drought, I desperately need a kick in the pants.