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You know you need coffee when you mistakenly pour juice, instead of milk, into your coffee. Euch.

Eight Million Stories In the Naked City

So we're driving along I-280 and there is one of those sudden, apparently viral traffic slow downs. Except that, as the traffic slows almost to a stop, we see ahead of us on the highway a shower stall: one of those fiberglass things, lying in the middle of the center-right lane. Fell off a truck, we reason. The traffic should speed up again. Except that it doesn't immediately do so, and as we continue we see that there are five 4X4s, each 8 feet long, strewn along the highway. What we don't see is any sign of a truck stopped along the road, with the driver wondering how the hell he's going to get the lumber an the shower stall back in his truck without, like, dying under the wheels of oncoming traffic. So where did the guy go? Could you fail to notice a loss like that out the back of your truck? It's a non-trivial weight, and I'm fairly certain it must have made God's own noise falling out. Imagine a do-it-yourselfer getting home, calling the wife and son to help him off-load his Home Despot purchases, and then realizing...nothing there. "Honest, honey, I wasn't at the bar. I was at the store buying stuff. Really. I have the receipt."

Just another novel on the hoof.

An Huzzah

Finished the revision on an alternate-world-sword-and-intrigue story, "Virtue and the Archangel," and sent it off to deborahjross, the editor of Lace and Blade, an anthology of sword-and-romantic-intrigue stories. And she likes it! Yay!

Work done and work accepted. That's the way it's supposed to work, right?