Over the last two or three weeks the fear and anger and depression have been far more prominent, and have been so for a more extended period of time, than they have since the Spring of 2010. I find myself sleeping at odd hours of the day and have little desire (to which I can here confess, decorum being what it is) to do anything other than sleep.
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Then I rested easier when I realized that you'd kill it so well that there'd be no point.
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I just felt a frisson of terror considering how a story killing steampunk might only lead to someone claiming to write the first post-steampunk story.
Then I rested easier when I realized that you'd kill it so well that there'd be no point.
Let us hope. It is a comfort to know the editor knows what she's getting and approves.
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To be distinguished eventually, I'm sure, from steampost-punk . . .
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steampost-punk . . .
Ugh.
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Rose-colored goggles. I look forward to their breaking.
Is there anything I can do about the rest?
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Rose-colored goggles.
Yep.
Is there anything I can do about the rest?
I wish there were. But thank you, regardless.
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Sorry about the rotten insomnia and the wretchedness it leaves you exposed to. Sucks.
I forgot to say hello last time, with my first post. So belatedly, and largely pointlessly now, hello.
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