I received a rejection from Barbara Bova, which was expected. The sort of things she usually represents aren’t the sort of book I sent, but I thought I should knock on that door.
And I revised the World Englishes and English as Lingua Franca parts of my paper last night…with a migraine! No doubt there will be much revision tonight! My word count went backwards, as expected during the tightening of the notes. I expect to write great guns tonight, being pain free and all.
This weekend we’ll be going back to Minneapolis for a gaming weekend, and I’ll be filling in all the spare spaces with writing. After all, the presentation of the paper is next Saturday.
I am so looking forward to getting to that Wiscon scene. I feel like I’m wilting when I’m not writing fiction. Stinky, decaying rose petals. That’s me.
Catherine
