This weekend I got a lot of stories in the mail. This is a good thing. April, I let things slide as the rejection letters came. Now I have to polish the first drafts I have and send those out, too.
On the dream front, my dreams have been kind of dark lately. One night I must have been channeling my inner Jay Lake because I dreamt I was mistaken for a clown -- this was a bad thing because clowns in the gritty dream city I found myself in were the leaders of gangs. Imagine Ronald McDonald with a switchblade and pistol. I think that was the dream involving tossing someone from a very high window.
Then there was the Escape from Arcosanti dream, with revolutionary residents bombing the construction.