Only not here.
The other night, when Oz and I were shooting the breeze about techno-utopianists (Oz claims he's never heard of Kurzweil, he kept asking, "You mean the early twentieth-century German composer?" "No! That's Kurt Weill!"), The Singularity, and ponies as we so often do, I (or we) had an idea for a short story that would fit the bill for Subterranean's SF clichéssue for which John Scalzi got himself tapped to read the slush.
So that's what I'm working on right now. I ought to be able to draft a 5000-words-or-less short story by the end of the weekend and make it readable by the end of the month, which is the last date for submissions.
If it gets rejected, it will appear here as soon as New Year's day, otherwise you'll have to wait till Spring 2006.
142 words | October 14, 2005 08:36 PM | Writer's block