I've shipped the BeeFic off to a couple of markets--one for
podcasting, another is an
anthology contest. Because it's high time I started circulating reprints again.
And I've managed to scribble more in the Ghost Ship Story. I've moved my plot forward, scared the crap out of my crew, and then creeped them out on top of that. Also, if the authorities find them with the cargo they have, they're screwed, because I realized that having them get paid cash rather than leaving an electronic trail for the Feds to follow would make their lives much more complicated. Because I'm evil.
You know... What if...
Hm. Will have to ponder that. You no can haz. *writes down in little Iron Man notebook*
Anyway. I've cracked 2000 words. Yay.
I still have no idea how it ends.