or saying it in Janet Weiss' voice

I think I'm constitutionally incapable of saying "it's raining" without adding "men, halleleujah."

I finished, or at least full-drafted, another story today. This literal interpretation of "deadline" is good for productivity, at least. I'm glad to have this one finished, because I feel goodwill instead of mournful antipathy for it, and because it's not a ten-minute story. I wrote part of it months ago, and left it unfinished. Then Monday morning I came back to it, and was actually able to fill in the gaps.

At some point it became possible for me to return and finish older fragments. This is very exciting for me, since the whole reason for the ten-minute stories in the first place was that unless I wrote it all at one go, it never got done. I think I'm, you know, Learning my Craft or something.

The story is a Gay Werewolf Nanotechnology story. It breaks a very good rule, that of not treating nanotechnology as Fairy Dust. (It is Manifesto Week on LJ. Must be sweeps.)

I've decided that in this case it's okay, since the story is more like a fantastic extrapolation than a technical speculation. I'm not sure I like mixtures of fantasy and technology at all -- in fact, I'm quite sure I don't -- but it doesn't seem to stop me from writing them, or being very fond of this one.

This, despite spending the entirety of yesterday evening prone with a headache, listening to Neil Gaiman read "Coraline."

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