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Honestly, there are days when I wonder why the hell I bother.
One of the two stories wasn't erotica - it was a Cthulhu-mythos horror tale I'd been sitting on for a few years. It needs to be published. You know how sometimes (maybe only once in your lifetime) you write something and you know it's better than anything you could actually do, and you think "Where the heck did that come from?!" Well, The Play's the Thing is one of those. I'm desperately hoping this one will please the dream editor and end up in his dream anthology.
The other story was the romance thingie I was worrying about a while back. I think I made the romance work. It also turned out to have just about everything I knew about Viking magic shoehorned into the plot, which gave me a headache... I do do these things to myself, don't I? Anyway, it's off and begging for acceptance and all I can do is cross my fingers.
And buckle down to the next deadline.