is done, and sent off to Sheila Williams at Asimovs. Came in finally at 6,938 words. It is the 90th short story I have written in eight years.
Of all the stories I have ever written, this is the one that I like the most - which means nobody will ever buy it.
But I don't care, I write for my own enjoyment. In this case, I like the plot, the dialogue and story structure, and the ending really snapped.
The original working title of the story was "Golem Gal Won't You Come Out Tonight?"
I already got a 700 word start to "The Sanguine Empire". More importantly, I figgered out how to finagle a crucial plot twist