Finally got off high center and started up a new story. Wrote about 6100 words on Thursday, Friday and Saturday. It's called "The Witch of Waxahachie" and is unusual in that it completely straddles the science fiction and fantasy genres. Think Randall Garrett's "Lord Darcy".
Took a break over the weekend - I was really hung up on the ending, but the light clicked and I'm ready for the home stretch.
Tangent has posted its review of Andromeda Spaceways. These are the dudes who gave "Rocket" a mostly negative review. They seemed to have actually liked "Dybbuk" more:
"This issue of ASIM opens with the fun little tale ÂThe Cast Iron DybbukÂ by Lou Antonelli. Miners come across a very ancient artifact, and Bad Things happen when they accidentally crack it open. The story is a little heavy on exposition. I would have liked to have seen a bit more about how things were discovered rather than just having a character come in and tell me what was discovered. That said, the concept behind the story and the humorous note it ends on are enough to pull it through, starting another issue of ASIM off right."
I like that expression, "Bad Things happen".
"Dybbuk" has turned out to be a more important story for me than I would have thought. Of course, the timing - while completely accidental - helped prevent the appearance that "Rocket" was a fluke (quite remarkable a coincidence, that the two stories should run at essentially the same time, because the publication schedules of Andromeda and Asimov's are so different that "Dybbuk" was WRITTEN after "Rocket" was accepted."
Also, "Dybbuk" is written in the third person, which shows than I can write more than the first-person narrative that is "Rocket" (although I'll stick to my guns forever that it was told using the right format, sometimes a monologue story verges on being a 'trick'.) Dybbuk shows that I can write more than the monologue 'trick'.
Watched the DVD of the 1946 MGM musical "Till the Clouds Roll By" with the wife Saturday night. I've been humming Kern show tunes the rest of the weekend. Sunday we rearranged the bedroom furniture.
Just call me Mr. Domestic.