This morning, for what is essentially the first time ever, I submitted a story. To Clarkesworld magazine, which has published some pretty compelling work in the past. Spar, by Kij Johnson, I liked particularly. [Mom: don't read it.]
The rejection rate is crazy high, and even though I feel my story is very strong it will almost certainly not make the cut. Still, this is a big deal, and marks an important transition for me as I change from a man with his head entirely up his ass, into a man whose head is occasionally withdrawn from his ass for short periods.
Small steps, right? It feels good to be on the way. Twenty Ten is going to be my year.