It turns out that my reflux medicine was no longer working. Which would explain a lot. I may also be allergic to lactose, sucrose, and fructose. Or it may just be a vast conspiracy to eliminate all of my beverage options but water and fake milk.
The new medicine makes me feel a lot better. The new diet, well, let’s say I’m not enthused. I am now soliciting lots of nice ways to cook veggies, so feel free to let me know. That said, I can’t have dairy or fruit, and I can’t eat anything spicy.
The Were-humans is finished. It comes in at the awkward size of 13,900, which makes it a good size for Writers of the Future. I’m getting the first 10K workshopped in Vegas, but I could use folks to look at the entirety of it as well.
So, if you’d like to read about a wild dog pack, a veterinarian, and a grade-school teacher in a town that is a thinly disguised version of where I grew up, I’d love to send this out to you. Just let me know.
AND I’ll be happy to return the favor. Just not right now. Besides workshop materials for Vegas (which I will tell you about anon), I have to finish the English edits on Marion Engelke’s Masks of Dying Warriors and dive happily into the second version of Matt Hughes’ Genie Memories that I’ve had the privilege to see. Love it when people send me their stuff!
Okay. Have to finish the olive oil and lettuce salad. No, really. It works. No one is more surprised than me.