Sunday morning, on the way out of Austin from the Nebulas, I called Howard Waldrop. I promised him I would try to drop in. But he wasn't there - turns out he went out right before I called to hook up with Walter Jon Williams (another person I met for the first time that weekend). I left Howard a message on his answering machine; he replied with a letter.
Ah, timing is everything.
My submissions log is slowly depleting as I spend all my time finishing up "Dance with Me Henry" and neglect the short fiction for a while.