Still not digging the ultra-tight bicycle shorts people wear when they ride (and in Seattle everybody rides). Cycling here is like swimming upstream into an endless torrent of camel toes and moose knuckles.
Acclimating to our new home has been much more productive on other fronts, genitalia notwithstanding. “Time and Engines” was selected to appear in the anthology The Best of BCS Year 4, and I just received an invite to be a panelist on the writing track at next spring’s Norwescon. Too soon to know in what capacity, though I’ve submitted a query to read “When Averly Fell From the Sky”. It got a less than stellar review when it first came out, but I like it and it’s a good representation of where I am now. You gotta stand by your babies.