She was a plump housewife with three small children and a sick husband--so what was she doing going out to fight trolls?
Because, she mused as she clutched the ancient family shortsword, I have three small children and a sick husband.
And that's it! That's all I have. And it has a dreadful cliche with the trolls.
So anyway, I decided that the best way to conquer my waiting doldrums is to package up and send off a short story. Therefore, "Petroleum Sunset" (the new title of my hick science fiction) is now on my side table, waiting to embark on its journey to Asimov's.
I hope it does better on its journey than the copy of Starcaster that Lisa tried to send back to me. Check out the tracking history:
Processed, October 09, 2008, 2:27 am, JACKSONVILLE, FL 32099
Processed, October 06, 2008, 3:17 pm, CAPITOL HEIGHTS, MD 20790
Processed, October 04, 2008, 9:48 pm, JACKSONVILLE, FL 32099
Processed, October 01, 2008, 8:00 pm, SPRINGFIELD, MA 01152
Acceptance, September 29, 2008, 12:33 pm, STOW, MA 01775
So it came to Jacksonville, wandered north, then came back south again. What on earth?