Rock sale

I feel as though I've been rewarded for writerly virtue this weekend. After angsting over whether I should be working on my novel or working on short stories, I worked on both. And I also mailed off a short story submission. And then I got word this morning that the estimable Jay Lake and I have sold our story collaboration, "C-Rock City" to the anthology Solaris Book of New Science Fiction from Games Workshop. You see? The sale would have never happened if I hadn't engaged in writerly diligence this weekend. Because the universe works that way, like chicken-bone magic.

Of course, Jay almost always engages in writerly diligence, but recognizing that complicates my argument, so I blithely dispense with it.

I also did non-writerly things. We ate at Four Peaks (favorite pub) and Oregeno's (favorite pizza joint) and other non-favorite-but-still-nice places. And I bought cargo pants with big pockets in which to stash ill-gotten gains and supplies. I don't yet know how the magic universe will respond to these activities, but I hope it will be some kind of positive.