I’m slushing like crazy through Shock Totem. I’m also very proud to be a slush reader for the Science In My Fiction short story contest. On top of that, I need to write and polish my chapter a week because I live in constant fear of losing to my friend Simon. I’ve beat him twice in a row, which makes me feel like a winner. I danced. I mocked. I ran a picture of his back tattoo and demanded that he compose me a sonnet that casts me in a favorable light. That might take all of his talent right there, mind you.
…except that apparently it doesn’t. I received an email from the man written in iambic pentameter. Snap, and I thought this consequence was going to be hard!
Also, I have an update on the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse challenge. Don is down for the count and owes us a musical video. Harley and Jason are still in the running. This contest might take a while.
Jamey and I have a challenge to see who can get into Strange Horizons first. The winner gets a lovely, fawning letter written by the…uh, non-winner. (Loser sounds so harsh, doesn’t it?) This contest might take a while.
And of course there is the HWA challenge against my dear Matt. Originally we thought this would be a lightning quick contest. We updated on it weekly, stomped around, and roared. Matt tried to devour Tokyo. Now we sometimes spit a little fire as we pass each other by, but mostly we give each other long distance high-fives and ask if these pants make us look fat. This contest has taken a while.