I got some good news (well, two bits of good news, really) in today's barrage of e-mail (by barrage I mean the five or six e-mails awaiting me when I sit down with my morning coffee), about two submissions which I'll share at a later date (next week). Too, according to Duotrope, my acceptance rate for short stories this year is fifty-three percent, which is both amazing and great. So really, Friday is starting out nicely.
Also, the Olympics began today or yesterday, I forget which. I don't actually care, but I thought I'd mention it. For posterity's sake. Glad I'm living in Sheffield, 's all I'm going to say.
Yesterday was all about getting on the phone with the Queen-Editor about edits to Project: Scenic Route or, as some may know it, Road of Skulls. Said edits involve re-writes, because good edits ALWAYS involve re-writes of some description, which I will be commencing next week-ish. I love editing; have I mentioned that before? I'm a 'loves having written, not writing' sort of guy, so edits feel more like work to me. Like I'm making actual progress as opposed to simply slapping words on a blank page. I love making changes, revising, polishing, re-writing a completed manuscript. Especially after not having looked at it for five weeks. Makes me feel all professional and what not.
Also yesterday, I completed the first pass at "The Babel Stone" which was nice. The story wound up being a bit of a loose nod to Borges' "Tlon, Uqbar, Orbis Tertius", which is one of my favourite Borges stories (remind me, sometime, to talk about how much I freakin' love Borges), next to "The Book of Sand" and "There Are More Things". Not in the same league, obviously, but I like to give credit where it's due.
Speaking of credit, Andrew Leman and the guys at the HP Lovecraft Literary Podcast produced a dang fine reading of "The Haunter of the Dark", didn't they?