I heard back from Lit Camp, the juried writing conference I applied to in December. I wasn't accepted, but I did get a place on the wait list. That means if some accepted writers have to turn down their spots, I may get to attend after all. I'll know within a few weeks. It also means that my writing isn't so shabby. Making the wait list is a nice bit of recognition, even if it's not the great news I was hoping for.
I can still look forward to attending FOGcon, which is less than a month away. This year I'm going to be moderating two panels, something I've never done before. One panel is about dystopias, and the other will be a discussion of the book SLOW RIVER by Nicola Griffith. I'm reading it now, and so far it's an exciting story about a woman who is forced to go into hiding and change her identity. It's also about wastewater treatment facilities, which I think is pretty cool.
Revision has been coming along nicely since the start of the year. I'm sure I've said this too many times, but the end is in sight. At this point I've shattered my narrator's life, and now I get to shake up all the pieces and see how they come back together. Fun times.
Good Stuff Out There:
→ Benjamin Nugent ponders the Upside of Distraction: "I tried to make writing my only god, and it sickened my work, for a while. The condition endemic to my generation, attention deficit disorder, gave way to its insidious Victorian foil: monomania." (Thanks, The Millions!)