I’ve had a long, weird couple of weeks. I’m getting into an actual exercise routine, and as a result, I have a dim suspicion I might even be getting healthy. Whatever stomping around in the countryside gets you. You know.

I reclaimed my old Twitter account. I’m still not sure what I want to do with it. It’s not back to the conversational levels that it was the last time I did it. And I’m trying to keep it to sustainable levels. There’s something about a feed that literally never ends that can be a real drain. Added Twitter to the phone that isn’t with me all the time. That’s already more than enough.

And I wrote a short story for an old friend…. uhm… I wrote a short story at an old friend. Launched a short story at… uh… you know the kind of thing that comes out of writers talking to each other.  Sooner or later, somebody’s going to say something that somebody else takes as a challenge. **giggle** Don’t look now, but I think I’m winning.

I have random little chunks of short story everywhere, and I’m still working on revising Flying Space Eunuchs of Doom. (Now with a checklist that doesn’t exactly line up, but I hope it’ll keep me on pace.)