Let myself sleep disgustingly late today. Feeling sort of better, all over. I still kind of think maybe I failed the comparative exam, but either way there's nothing to be done about that at this point, and I've often found that surrendering myself to fate like that is sort of comforting.
And I woke up to the news that I've finally (finally) sold a story: My faintly surreal fantasy piece "The Scarred Utopian Takes a Wife" to
Jabberwocky. Will be released in September. More about that at some point.
And now it's beautiful outside in unsettling ways that bespeak the scarier effects of climate change, but I'm going to just enjoy how sunny it is in here at the moment and drink coffee and watch a bunch of TV. Because I've earned it.
Wiscon program signups are open. I am excite.
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