So I have been having a Massive Serotonin Shortage in this here brain this past week, not helped by getting a final-round rejection on the remaining story I had a hold on and basically having no sales this year and thus feeling a terrible burned-out wreck on a professional level. I have been feeling like whining about this in various writing locations and just have not had the spoons to complain about how much of a burned-out wreck I am.
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I just signed and returned the contract to sell my story "Neptune's Due" to Bioluminescent: A Lunarpunk Anthology, which is an antho I really really wanted to sell to, so I am extremely happy about this. Lunarpunk as described in the CFS is 100% my absolute jam, and since it's a newish microgenre or subgenre or whatever I'm just thrilled to get to say something in one of the first collective works of trying to do the thing.
I would also wish to note that this story would not exist without
neolithicsheep, whose greatness is such that he even inspires those who he maybe barely knows from Adam.
And I would like to thank
brooksmoses for titling the damn thing.
Now if that lower back rib on the right would stop fucking spasming.... (Ow.)
BUT
I just signed and returned the contract to sell my story "Neptune's Due" to Bioluminescent: A Lunarpunk Anthology, which is an antho I really really wanted to sell to, so I am extremely happy about this. Lunarpunk as described in the CFS is 100% my absolute jam, and since it's a newish microgenre or subgenre or whatever I'm just thrilled to get to say something in one of the first collective works of trying to do the thing.
I would also wish to note that this story would not exist without
And I would like to thank
Now if that lower back rib on the right would stop fucking spasming.... (Ow.)
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Congratulations!
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Yay, sale!
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(My story is organized around the core nugget of what would it be like to be on a scientific base at the bottom of the Gulf of Mexico, keeping in mind that people who deal with the sea at great length often have rather important spiritual and/or superstitious practices to deal with the instinctive understanding that the sea does not give a shit and can kill you on a whim.)