Got a nice (as opposed to a form) rejection letter from Asimov's in the mail today. Oh well. Back to the mailbox.
Lately my dreams have been taking place at shopping malls. This is a new development and I'll have to figure out if it means anything. In the past, dreams have taken place on college campuses, funky old houses, or elevators. At least the odd things haven't stopped -- for a while I thought I'd lost the ability to dream so wildly.